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-CHAPTER I. 

THE BROTHEE^S MESSAGE. 

The little steamer Neptune plowed through the water, 
sweeping past lovely scenes of green verdure and jutting 
rocks, almost making her passengers regret that their 
journey^s end was so near. And, in truth, the approach to 
Dalton did form a most delightful close to a journey of 
some forty miles from one of the principal cities on the 
New England coast. The trip could be made by rail, but 
the Neptune had been fitted up by a company of enterpris- 
ing men, who offered comfort and pleasure in opposition to 
speed and dust. The project succeeded well, the little 
steamer receiving its fair proportion of passenger traffic. 

On she sped, cutting the water cleanly, and rapidly 
drawing near the wharf. 

Two young men stood on the deck in a position where 
they could best view the town. One of them was a trifle 
below the medium height, but his form was well propor- 
tioned, and his features indicative of individuality and 
character. His complexion was rather light, and so was 
his hair, but his eyes were black, deep-set, and luminous. 
He had a frank expression, which was marred, however, for 
the moment by a look of uneasiness and a shade of sadness. 


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His companion was a fair sample of the young American 
of the present day. He was a trifle taller than his com- 
panion, well built, with brown hair and blue eyes, a dark 
mustache overhanging a well-cut mouth, erect in carriage, 
deliberate in his motions, ^his general appearance designat- 
ing him to the casual observer as a ^^man of business.'’^ 
You would naturally feel that he would be equal to any 
emergency — that his self possession would not be likely, 
even under trying circumstances, to desert him. Very dif- 
ferent in this respect was he* from his companion, who was 
plainly excitable, and whose total make-up^^ suggested 
that he might not at all times be master of himself. 

The latter spoke: 

I donT know how my uncle will receive me, Leonard, 
he said. almost tremble at going into his presence.'’^ 
^^NonsenseP said the other. should not tremble at 
all. All you have to do is^^to tell your story, and then, if 
he doesnT behave himself, quietly bid him good- day. 

Ah, I know that would be your way,^^ was the reply, 
^^but I could not do it. He is my father^s brother. 

Yes, and a model brother, too. His course has entitled 
him to so much respect that I should think you would be 
considerate of his feelings. * 

The tone was impatient and ironical. 

But .1 am here for reconciliation, you know. They 
have been like strangers so long — never holding any com- 
munication with each other — and on his dying bed my 
father enjoined me to go to him and tell him how" it all 
came about — how Geoffrey Haywood produced, by his lies 
and misrepresentations, an estrangement between two 
brothers that had always been so fond of each other. They 
were both passionate, and neither would seek explanations. 
Haywood was cool and calculating, and knew how to ap- 
proach both of them. 

And Haywood now lives in Dalton?^^ 


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Yes; he still keeps on the right side of Colonel Conrad, 
and, I suspect, owes all his prosperity to his influence and 
aid.^^ 

When did your father discover that Haywood had been 
the means of the feud?^^ 

Nearly a year ago. His health was at that time poor, 
and he was unable to leave Europe, where he was traveling. 
He wrote to his brother, but the letter came back unopened. 
My father never grew better. He thought that, if I could 
see my uncle and lay the case before him, he might go down 
to his grave without the old hate rankling in his heart. 

The youth grew excited, and paced up and down the 
deck. Then he continued: 

I am to see this savage monster — this irate beast, as I 
have learned to regard him — and run the risk of hearing 
the memory of my father reviled, and his name insulted. 
It seems as if I could not bear it. His living face is yet too 
fresh in my memory. But the mission is intrusted to me, 
and J must fulfill it. I will tell him the facts, and my duty 
will have been done.^^ 

Leonard Lester looked upon his cousin as he spoke, and 
smiled a pitying smile. 

It is rather tough,^^ he said, ^^to be obliged to get down 
on your knees to such an individual as I imagine your, or, 
rather, our uncle, to be — for H suppose he must be my 
uncle, since you and I are cousins, although I have never 
seen him. But I believe I am to accompany you, and if he 
lets off too much steam, I will let off some, too. I can do 
it, when there^s occasion. 

His eyes proclaimed the truth of what he said. 

Leonard Lester and Carlos Conrad were distant cousins, 
and cherished a strong regard for each other. Carlos was 
the son of Anthony Conrad, who, years before, had mar- 
ried a Spanish girl. Her dark beauty had won the affec- 
tion of the American, and they had lived together ten 


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years, when she died. The only fruit of the union was a 
boy, whom they named Carlos. He inherited the warm and 
voluptuous nature of his mother, and the firm and stable, 
though somewhat passionate, character of his father. And 
there was within him a vein of delicate sensibility, pecu- 
liarly his own, which added to the refinement of his na- 
ture, though it might at times render him weak and irreso- 
lute. A considerable portion of his life had been spent in 
Europe, near the home of his mother, and in other por- 
tions of the Continent. 

His father had died but a few weeks before the time 
at which this chapter opens, and had charged Carlos with 
a mission which, as we have seen, he was about to un- 
dertake. 

Leonard Lester was connected with a large importing 
house in New York. He had been abroad on business for 
the firm several times, and had met Carlos in Paris, 
Vienna, Berlin, and other places. The cousins seemed to 
gravitate toward each other, and a warm affection sprang 
up between them. 

On this occasion they were going together to the resi- 
dence of Anthony Conrad^s brother. Colonel William Con- 
rad, whose home was in the suburbs of the beautiful vil- 
lage of Dalton. 

The steamer bumped against the dock, making everybody 
give an involuntary pitch forward, and was soon fastened to 
her moorings. The plank was thrown out, and the passen- 
gers thronged ashore. 

Leonard and Carlos stood looking about for a moment, 
endeavoring to decide which way to turn. 

Shall we go to a hotel asked Leonard. 

^^Yes, by all means, quickly responded Carlos. ^^We 
will not intrude on his hospitality until we know what our 
reception is to be."^^ 

^^It will be all right, I will venture, said Leonard, 


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cheeringly. you have proofs of what you are about 

to sayy he surely will not be so unreasonable as to turn 
you off.^^ 

Carlos sighed, but did not reply, as they stepped into a 
hack. They were driven rapidly through the lively streets 
of the busy village, and conveyed to a hospitable-looking 
hotel. A pleasant room, which commanded a fine view of 
the ocean in the distance, was placed at their disposal. 

After an hour^s rest and a good supper, they approached 
the hotel clerk, Leonard saying: 

believe that Colonel Conrad is a resident of this 

place 

Yes, sir, he is,^^ replied the clerk. 

Can you inform me where he lives 

He lives on his place — Elm Grove — about a mile out of 
the village. 

In what direction is Elm Grove 

‘‘ Straight north, on this street — Main street it is called. 

Thank you."" 

And the cousins stepped aside. 

wonder what they can want of Colonal Conrad?"" 
mused the clerk, staring after them. 

After discussing the matter, Carlos and Leonard deter- 
mined not to visit their uncle until the next morning. So, 
after spending an hour in rambling about town, and by the 
shore of the bay, they returned to the hotel and retired at 
an early hour. 

The next morning they set out for Colonel Conrad"s resi- 
dence. The walk was dusty at first, but soon merged into 
a pleasant avenue, shaded on either side by ancient and no- 
ble trees. Then there was a gentle ascent, a slope down- 
ward, and a short distance farther, situated on a rise of 
ground, was Elm Grove, the residence of Colonel Conrad. 

The heart of Carlos beat nervously, his step was hurried, 
and his motions were quick. Kot so with Leonard. He 


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was cool and composed, and, as the two passed through the 
open gate, and up the broad gravel walk, he said: 

^^Come, now pick up courage. Think of your father, 
be a man, and defend him from insult, whoever it comes 
from.^^ 

The words had their desired effect. A look of resolution 
came into Carlos^ face, which Leonard regarded with satis- 
faction. 

They ascended the steps and rang the door-bell. 

A servant appeared. 

^^Is Colonel Conrad at home?^^ asked Carlos. 

I think he is,^^ replied the servant. Shall I take your 
names 

They handed him their cards. Carlos^ was edged with 
black. Soon the servant returned, and said that Colonel 
Conrad would see them. 

They were ushered through a wide hall, on the left side 
of which was the room where Colonel Conrad awaited 
them. 

The servant bowed them in. 

The room was not a large one, but it was fitted up with 
elegance and taste. On one side was a row of shelves, on 
which were ranged books of all sizes and colors. 

It was the colonehs library, and a choice one it was, too, 
valuable principally for the age and rarity of some of the 
volumes. 

There was a fire-place, a writing-table, a closed desk, 
heavy, rich, and antique in pattern, a huge clock, reaching 
from the fioor to the ceiling, a smaller case of book-shelves 
near it, a couch, and a few chairs. 

All this was taken in at a glance, as was also the figure of 
the proprietor of the mansion, seated in an easy-chair, with 
an open book lying on the table beside him. 

Never were two persons more surprised than were the 
cousins at the appearance of Colonel Conrad. They had 


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expected to see in their uncle a large, frowzy, ferocions- 
lookiug monster in human form, with a face expressive of 
malice, and that peculiar expression that always belongs to 
lips given to invective and denunciation. 

Instead, there sat before them a man not above the me- 
dium size, with hair thickly tinged with gray, and a care- 
worn, studious, thoughtful face. His eyes were blue, and, 
in contrast with his appearance otherwise, were bright as 
those of a youth of twenty. His brow was wrinkled irreg- 
ularly, suggesting inward conflict and mental anxiety. 

He sat and looked at his nephews steadily without speak- 
ing. Carlos gazed earnestly and apprehensively into his 
face, while Leonard stood in an easy attitude, apparently 
not in the least discomfited. 

At length the uncle bent his gaze more particularly on 
Carlos. It was impossible to tell the thoughts that occupied 
his mind. Finally he said: 

You^re his son?^^ 

I am your brother's son,^^ replied Carlos. 

^^I suppose it is unnecessary to ask what that means?'^ 
said Colonel Conrad, holding up the card edged with black. 

You can readily imagine, said Carlos, with difficulty 
controlling his emotion. 

The old man bowed his head for an instant, and then 
looking up again, said, impatiently: 

^MVell, well, why donT you be seated? What are you 
standing up for? There are plenty of chairs. 

The cousins smiled, and acted on the hint thus conveyed. 

^^Fm a wonderfully forgiving man,^^ began Colonel Con- 
rad; ^flf I were not, I wouldnT so much as suffer your pres- 
ence in sight of my house. He was addressing himself to 
Carlos. ^^You know the old saying is that the sins of the 
fathers shall be visited on the children, and I ought to visit 
the sins of your father on you; for you know how he deeply 
wronged me, or at least you ought to know it, for if he 


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didn^t confess it on his dying bed I sliould have but little 
hope for his future 

Colonel Conrad/^ interrupted Carlos, endeavoring to 
control himself so as to appear calm, ''you must not talk in 
that way. I'll not hear it— no, not even from you. Your 
dead brother was a good man, and I, his son, will not hear 
his name traduced." 

" Y-o-uM-1 not h-e-a-r his name tr-a-d-u-c-e-d!" repeated 
Colonel Conrad, in a prolonged, contemptuous tone, staring 
at Carlos with his piercing eyes. "I'd like to know what 
you are going to do about it?" 

" I’ll defend him, sir, with my right arm," said Carlos, 
rising to his feet. " I'll call out the first man who dares to 
slander him. He was a good and true man, and I am here 
to prove it." 

"You had better sit down, young man," said the colonel. 
" I suppose you have come here begging, but you'll not gain 
anything by such behavior, I can tell you." 

"I am no beggar," retorted Carlos, angrily, "and I will 
accept none of your money. "But I have an errand to do, 
and after it is performed, I will leave you. It is a message 
from my father." 

" Well, Carlos," said his uncle, suddenly assuming a non- 
chalant manner, "I see you have pluck, and I like you for 
it. But too much pluck is not always a good thing. I have 
had too much of it in my day, so has your father, the vil — 
but no. I'll not call him names now; let him rest in peace. 

After a pause and a moment's dreamy silence, he re- 
sumed: 

"I have seen much sorrow in my time, boys, and have 
gone through some hard experiences. There was that quar- 
rel with my brother — we were both hasty, and have not seen 
each other since. There was my wife — bless her memory! 
— who died many years ago, leaving me no children. Yes, 
I have passed through some sad experiences, and all I have 


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to do in my old age is to sit still and think about them. I 
tinker a little with one thing and another — bother my head 
over machinery and philosophy — and that is about all I have 
to relieve the tedium of my life. But no^ there^s Florence 
— she^s a good girl.^^ 

The last words he spoke rather to himself than to his lis- 
teners. 

^^You have a nephew living in Dalton, have you not 
said Leonard, who had as yet taken no part in the conver- 
sation. 

nephew? Oh, yes — Geoffrey Haywood, I suppose 
you mean. He is a very good man — very pious and very 
honest. He has met with great success in his business. Yes, 
Geoffrey is my best friend. 

He glanced up, as he spoke, in a slightly defiant manner, 
as if he expected to be contradicted; but seeing no such 
purpose on the part of his auditors, he ceased speaking, and 
drummed nervously on the table. 

Well, Colonel Conrad, said Leonard, ^^Carlos has come 
here on an errand, and he wishes, though he dreads, to open 
the subject. It is from your dead brother, Anthony. Carlos 
knows of the enmity that existed between you and him, but 
he hopes and I hope that you will hear him through. 

The old man shook his head. 

No good can come of any talk about my dead brother, 
he said, sadly; ^^but he may speak. I will hear what he 
has to say, for if his father left with him a message, it is 
his duty to deliver it.^^ 

Thank you for those words, uncle, said Carlos, ^^for 
now I can go on and tell the story untrammeled. It is a 
tale of deep wrong, which should bring curses on the per- 
petrator. The quarrel between you and my father was the 
work of a villain, whose heart must have been black and 
rotten — whose sordid desire for wealth must have made him 
forget all that was noble and manly within him.^^ 


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Carlos then began at a period dating years back, giving' 
the details of a plot that had separated Anthony and Wil- 
liam Conrad, filling them with hate and venom toward each 
other. There was one who had caused it all — who had 
studied his plans well, and carried them out with fiendish 
precision; and who was now reaping the harvest of his mis- 
chief by living near Colonel Conrad, enjoying his friendship 
and — his gold. 

^^Need I mention the name of the villain asked Carlos. 

Is not one, and only one, person brought to your mind, 
and that Geoffrey Haywood? Stop! do not interrupt me 
now. I must finish, and then I will go or stay, as you bid 
me. My father learned all the facts a year ago. He wrote 

to you, but the letter was returned unopened 

I never received it,'^^ said Colonel Conrad, huskily. 

Ah! that is some more of Haywood^s work. My father's 
health was poor, and he never left Europe after writing the 
letter. But a few weeks ago, on his dying bed, he told me 
about it, and charged me to come to you and inform you 
how you had both been wronged. He gave me this pack- 
age to deliver to you, which he says contains convincing 
proofs. He died reconciled to you in his heart, and wished 
you to forgive him while he yet lived on this earth. Take 
the package and examine it impartially, for the memory of 
the love which you once cherished for your brother." 

Carlos laid the package down and ceased speaking. He 
had performed his duty. 

Colonel Conrad's head was bowed, and he appeared to be 
in deep thought. A hard, impenetrable look came across 
his features, and he said, in a perfectly calm voice: 

Carlos, your story is a strange one. If true, it is indeed 
a terrible record of wrong. You have done your duty, and 
I cherish no ill-will toward you. But I am lost and per- 
plexed. Don't you think it would stagger any man? I 
must think. You must leave me for the rest of the day — 


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or rather I must leave you, for you will, both of you, be my 
guests. I must shut myself up. I will read the papers 
contained in the package, for that will be no more than an 
act of simple justice.^^ 

Thank you, my uncle, said Carlos. ^^But I shall not 
consent to share your hospitality at present. As yet, you 
are my father^s enemy, and may continue to be so. We 
will remain at a hotel until you have investigated the matter 
and rendered a decision. 

Yes,^^ said Leonard, Carlos is right. For the present 
our abiding-place shall be the hotel. 

Colonel Conrad was not in a condition to dispute their 
decision or urge them to stay. His mind seemed to be 
under a cloud, and he made no reply to their remarks. 

He did not rise, nor speak, but simply bowed, as they 
bade him good-day and took their departure. 


CHAPTEE II. 

GEOFEKEY HAYWOOD. 

No. 32 Main street was the most elegant store in Dalton. 
Silks and laces, arranged in perfect order and taste, graced 
its windows; the counters bore a new and polished look, 
and everything about it betokened unwearying care and 
constant watchfulness on the part of its proprietor. The 
clerks had a subdued look, and moved about in an automa- 
ton-like manner, like horses thoroughly broken in, or 
trained dogs going through with their parts. When their 
master passed through the store, their submissive expression 
was augmented, if possible; and if his keen eye detected 
nothing to disapprove, they shot glances of mutual con^ 
gratulation at each other. 

Geoffrey Haywood was not called a hard employer, nor 


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an illiberal man, but those under him well knew that every 
cent they received was well and dearly earned. Nothing 
remiss was ever overlooked — no neglect of duty forgotten. 
When pay-day came, every inattention and inadvertence 
was found faithfully recorded against the delinquent. 

Mr. Haywood himself was not bad-looking. With an 
erect, well-proportioned form, a luxuriant black beard and 
mustache always neatly combed and brushed, a fair com- 
plexion and black eyes and hair, he was called a handsome 
man. He had a fine set of teeth, which glistened brightly 
through his beard when he opened his mouth to smile. We 
say when he opened his mouth to smile, yet he seldom ^ 
smiled. When occasion seemed to call for a look of pleas- 
ure, he would part his lips and show his teeth, but no other 
feature of his face altered its lines; his eyes shone no 
brighter — there were no crows^ feet at the corners; the em- 
bryo smile was nipped in the bud, it vanished into space, it 
diffused itself behind the glossy beard, and buried itself in 
the unfathomable depths of the glistening eyes. This 
movement of the mouth, this attempt at a smile, an- 
swered many purposes. It terrified delinquent debtors; it 
took all the starch out of a clerk whom it was desirable 
to awe; it sent beggars away abashed at their own audacity; 
it even said to the minister, Keep on in your humble 
efforts, and you may possibly win my approval some day 
or other. 

On the day that Carlos Conrad and Leonard Lester ar- 
rived in town, Geoffrey Haywood chanced to be looking 
from the door of his store across the street at the hotel just 
as the hack drove up. He saw at once that the cousins were 
strangers, and that they were rather distinguished-looking. 

Consequently he put on his hat and walked slowly over 
to the hotel, at his even, cat-like pace. No unnecessary 
noise did he ever make; his boots never creaked, and his 
cane never thumped the sidewalk or fioor. 


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He saw on the young men^s trunk the initials L./^ 
and ^^0. C./^ and read on the hotel register the names, 

Carlos Conrad^^ and Leonard Lester. 

The only evidence of surprise which he gave was a half- 
whistle, which he suppressed almost as soon as it escaped 
him. He immediately returned to his store and shut him- 
self up in his private office. There he sat down and reflected 
as follows: 

What can this mean? Carlos is the son of old Anthony, 
and the colonel hates him worse than death. ^^It canT be 
that they\e become reconciled. That would be impossible. 
The game was played too well and has gone on smoothly 
too long for that. But what can his son be doing here? 
and his cousin with him, too 

Mr. Haywood’s manner, now that he was unobserved, 
lost something of its calm and unruffied exterior. He got 
up and paced the room, evidently much disturbed in mind. 

^^By Heaven!” he thought, ^‘1 must find out the object 
of this visit. There is too much at stake to be off guard a 
moment. If the old man should find out the part I took in 
his quarrel with his brother, I would in all likelihood be 
disturbed in my present snug berth. That cannot be the 
object of Carlos, though. The colonel will never see him. 
He will not speak to him when he finds out that he is 
Anthony’s son. Ha, ha! my young boy, if you have come 
here expecting to win favor from Colonel Conrad, you are 
most grandly mistaken. I can give you that information 
without your taking the trouble to walk out to his house. Fll 
watch you. 

The next day he observed, of course, that the two cousins 
called at Elm Grove, and it was with a feeling of almost 
terror that he noticed that they did not return for more 
than two hours. So disturbed with conjectures and suspi- 
cions was he that he resolved to call on Colonel Conrad at 
once, to satisfy the burning curiosity that tortured him. 


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Accordingly, in the afternoon, he set out for Elm Grove, 
not hurrying in the least, although so tumultuous were the 
feelings that raged within his breast that he would have run 
at the top of his speed had he acted on his natural impulse. 
But to act on impulse was not part of Geoffrey Haywood^s 
life. His policy was to be always calm, self-possessed, and 
unapproachable, except so far as he chose to be approached. 
Consequently he walked with his usual stately gait, and 
when he presented himself at the door of Colonel Conrad^s 
mansion, his manner betrayed naught but complacency 
and a kind of obtrusive quietness. 

To the servant who answered his ring, he said: 

^^Ah, Barker, good afternoon. Is your master in 

Barker said he would see, and in a few moments returned 
with the intelligence that his master was indisposed, and 
could see no one. 

Go and tell him that iVs I, Barker,'" said Haywood, with 
some loftiness. 

Barker departed again, and again returned. 

He sent me out of his room and locked the door, sir, and 
said as how not to disturb him no more." 

What — ahem — are you sure you understood him aright. 
Barker?" 

Yes, sir, sure," said Barker, smiling, as he thought of 
the very emphatic manner in which the speech had been 
given, which he had repeated in a somewhat modified form 
to Haywood. 

^^Is Miss Florence in?" asked the merchant. 

Ho, sir, she left early this morning for a visit todhe 
Cummingses." 

Haywood stood and refiected a moment. Then he said to 
Barker, who had turned to depart: 

Well — ah — Barker, wait a moment. Did two young 
men visit your master this morning?" 

^^Yes, sir." 


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Could you tell me their names 

Well, not knowing ^em, I couldn^t/ ^ 

^"Did he see them?"^ 

Yes, sir, they were in his room with him moreen an 
hour.^^ 

^^Ah! You don^t know what their business was, of 
course? That is, you didnT happen to overhear any of 
their conversation?^^ 

No, sir, only at first there was some pretty loud words 
passed between them, and afterward there was a good deal 
of talking in an ordinary tone.^^ 

Yes. Well it’s nothing in particular to me. I thought 
possibly they might be a couple of friends of mine whom I 
expect to visit me. . And, by the way. Barker, you needn’t 
say anything about what I’ve been asking you. Here’s a 
dollar. I’ve been intending to make you a present for a 
long time.” 

Barker stared in astonishment, for it was the first in- 
stance of liberality he had ever witnessed on the part of 
Mr. Haywood. He stood speechless while that august per- 
sonage moved slowly down the path and into the street. 

A little tight!” was the laconic comment as he pocketed 
the dollar. 

Haywood walked to his store, and entered in silent medi- 
tation, almost forgetting the stereotyped glance which he 
was wont to cast around at his clerks, seeming to say to 
them: 

^^I suspect you — every one of you. It’s useless for you 
to attempt to evade my scrutiny. It would be worse than 
folly for you to try to deceive me.” 

• This was with no appearance of inquisitiveness, but with 
a calm assertion of omniscience into their every thought and 
action as connected with his business. 

No one ever knew how long he remained in his private 
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study for hour after hour. , If his rascality were to be ex- 
posed now — if Colonel Conrad should cast him off — what 
would become of him? Years before he had risked reputa- 
tion^ honor, everything, to get on the right side of his uncle, 
and become a partaker of the benefits of his wealth. He 
had succeeded. Anthony and William Conrad were taught 
to hate each other, and Haywood made the latter believe 
that he was his best friend. 

William Conrad had been a colonel in the Mexican wax, 
and during his military career had made acquaintances who 
subsequently induced him to invest a large portion of his 
means in gold mines. The investment was a profitable one, 
and brought him a large annual income. 

And now, Haywood, who had acquired wealth and posi- 
tion through the aid of Colonel Conrad, was greatly dis- 
turbed at the visit of Leonard and Carlos. It suggested to 
his mind complete disgrace and utter ruin. 

Besides, his uncle^s refusal did not add to his comfort. 
All in all, he was in a terribly perplexed and appehensive 
state of mind. He determined to call again at Elm Grove 
the next morning, and, accordingly, on the following morn- 
ing presented himself at the door. 

^^Oh, good-morning. Miss Florence. Is my uncle in?’^ 
Yes, Mr. Haywood, he is in, but I doubt whether he is 
disengaged at present. He has been very busy yesterday 
and to-day. 

Indeed! But I think hd will see me. I wish to talk 
with him for a moment on a matter of business. 

‘^1 will ask him,^^ said the girl, although he has given 
me strict orders not to be disturbed. Will you walk into 
the parlor in the meantime 

He signified his assent, and she led the way. He stopped 
on the threshold for an instant in surprise, as he saw two 
young men in the room. 

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duce you to Mr. Carlos Conrad. This is Mr. Lester. Please 
excuse me for a moment.'^^ 

And she gracefully retired from the room, leaving the 
gentlemen to make the acquaintance of and entertain each 
other. 

It was an awkward meeting. Haywood, for once in his 
life, was lost for something to say. Carlos eyed him stead- 
ily, and betrayed agitation. Leonard endeavored to open a 
conversation. 

We are on a visit to Dalton, he said, ^^and called this 
morning to see our uncle, but he is indisposed, and we are 
forced to forego the pleasure of an interview with him.-^^ 

Ahr^ was Mr. Haywood^s sole comment. 

Yes, but we have had the pleasure of spending a few 
moments with the very lovely girl who just left us. I judge 
that you are acquainted with her. May I ask whether she 
is a relative of Colonel Conrad 

She is an adopted daughter of Colonel Conrad, who, as 
you doubtless know, never had any children. Her name is 
Florence Darley.^^ 

^^She has a beautiful face,^^ said Leonard. 

Yes,^^ said Haywood, showing three of his teeth, every- 
body admires her beauty. 

At this moment the object of their conversation returned. 
She said: 

Colonel Conrad will see you for a moment, Mr. Hay- 
wood. 

Haywood rose from his seat, cast a barely perceptible look 
of triumph at the two young men, and left the parlor. He 
proceeded directly to his undoes room, and knocked. He 
was bade to enter. 

He opened the door, expecting to see Colonel Conrad 
stretched out on a couch, with his dressing-gown on, a bot- 
tle of medicine by his side, and other indications of illness. 
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chair, with papers and writing material before him, staring 
at his visitor with an irritated expression, and looking the 
very reverse of weak. 

^^Ahem! Uncle Conrad, began Haywood, ^‘1 called jes- 
ter to see you, but 

^^Yes, I know you did,^^ replied the colonel, curtly. 

You say you wish to see me on a matter of business. What 
is itr^ 

Yes, it was a small matter, and not of so very much con- 
sequence. Yesterday, when you sent word that you were ill, 
I was quite troubled about you. So I thought I would step 
up this morning 

Oh, then you haven^t any particular business with me. 
I^m perfectly well now, if that is all you want; never was in 
better health. 

Haywood^s thick beard concealed the flush of vexation 
that arose to his face. It was something new for him to 
meet with such a reception. But he had for a long time 
exercised a certain control over his uncle, and he could not 
give it up without a struggle. So he did not take the hint 
that his presence was no longer desired, but still lingered, 
and said: 

Two nephews of yours are in town. I was surprised at 
your receiving the son of 

What is it to you, sir, asked the old man, in wrath. 
^‘My brother is dead. Our love or hate can no longer affect 
him. And if I choose to see his son, I suppose it is my 
right, is it not?^^ 

Oh, certainly. And your brother is dead, is he? Dear 
me, how sudden! Well, it quite overcomes me. Ahem! 
Very sad that he should have departed without making res- 
titution. But I was going to ask you if you could accom- 
modate with a thousand dollars this morning. 

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dend to-morrow or next day from California, and then I 
may let you have it. Good-morning,^^ 

This was delivered in a very emphatic tone, and left no 
pretext for hesitation. So, with outward serenity but in- 
ward vexation, Haywood left the room. He did not enter 
the "parlor again, being in no mood to converse with those 
who had caused him so much disturbance of mind. He 
passed silently through the hall, a little faster than his usual 
pace, and was soon on his way back to the store. 

Ho one but himself knew the terrible agony of suspense 
and fear that agitated his darkened soul. 


CHAPTEE III. 

E V E H O^C L 0 C 

Carlos Conrad and Leonard Lester remained for a few 
moments after Haywood^s departure in conversation with 
Florence Darley. As their remarks were commonplace, we 
will take this opportunity to give a brief sketch of the young 
lady. 

She was an orphan whom Colonel Conrad had adopted 
ten years before the opening of our story. He had educated 
her, lavished on her all the tender love and care of a heart 
that had no other object on which to bestow its affections, 
and made her all that a daughter could be to him. She had 
paid him by tender devotion and a deep regard. 

In person she was a beautiful girl. She was neither tall 
nor short, but her form was one of rare symmetry in its pro- 
portions, being rather slim, but round and full in develop- 
ment. The principal attraction of her face was not the 
regularity of its features, but rather the soul which looked 
out of the beaming eyes, and the atmosphere of light which 
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influence of her presence, and her manner was charming, 
oftentimes even unto fascination. 

Carlos Conrad felt this, and he gazed at her in such a spell 
as he had never known before, even when associated with 
the dark Spanish beauties among whom he had been thrown. 
He could scarcely utter a word, so deep were the feelings 
stirred within him as he gazed on the lovely Florence. 

Leonard noticed this, and a half smile played about the 
corners of his mouth, while Florence must have observed it, 
for a slight blush rose to her cheeks. 

But the young men did not linger long. They felt that 
thier presence beneath that roof was out of place for the 
present — that they should forego intruding on their uncle^s 
hospitality until the issue of their visit of the preceding day 
was made known. 

So after a short time they rose and announced their in- 
tention of departing, bidding Florence Harley good-day. 
They left the house and made their way toward the village. 
Carlos was taciturn, and spoke to his cousin only in mono- 
syllables. His mind seemed to remain at Elm Grove, even 
though his footsteps carried him from it. 

So soon, eh?^^ laughed Leonard, gazing around into his 

face. 

What do you mean asked Carlos, starting. 

Why, you havenT seen her half an hour yet."^^ 

Pshaw r exclaimed Carlos. 

He made no further reply, nor could his cousin induce 
him to enter into conversation during their entire walk to 
the hotel. Little did Leonard care for this. He whistled 
merrily, and walked along in undisturbed spirits. 

When they arrived at the hotel he asked the clerk if there 
were no sources of amusement in Dalton — it was insuffer- 
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can hire a horse or buggy and drive to Kocky Beach, some 
four miles off, where there^s splendid fishing/^ 

Just the thingP exclaimed Leonard. ^^Fll go off and 
make the arrangements at once.^’ He turned around to 
speak to Carlos, but he had disappeared. I won^t wait 
for him,^^ thought Leonard, hejl be ready enough to go 
after I have made arrangements.*^^ 

And straightway he proceeded to a livery stable to engage 
a horse. 

Carlos, meantime, had strolled down the street, and 
stepped into a news-room. Here he picked up a daily 
paper, and read an announcement of a concert by a cel- 
ebrated artiste, to take place in a neighboring town that 
evening. 

He was a passionate lover of music, and had studied 
the art himself. Here was an opportunity he had long 
wished for, and he determined to embrace it. 

Briefly, then, Leonard Lester set off in one direction, 
on a fishing excursion, and Carlos Conrad in another, to 
hear the celebrated Madame P sing. 

How, if both could have foreseen what was to take 
place within the next twenty-four hours, they would probably 
have materially changed their course; for a great tragedy 
was about to be enacted — the whole village was to be thrilled 
through and through with excitement. 

The road which Carlos took was the same which led to 
Elm Grove; so that, in making his journey, he was obliged 
to pass the residence of his uncle. 

Carlos drove swiftly along until he came near Elm Grove, 
when he brought his horse to a walk. He noticed an ex- 
press-wagon in front of the gate, and two men carrying a 
small but heavy box in between them. He looked curiously 
at this, and the driver of the wagon, who remained on his 
seat, holding the horse said: 


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^^Prob^ly you don^t know wkat^s in that box, bein^ a 
stranger in town?^^ 

^^JSTo/^ answered Carlos; certainly do not know what 
it contains.'’^ 

Ha, ha! Thought so. Well, Til tell you. IPs gold."^^ 

^^Goldr 

Yes. Colonel Conrad owns a mine out West, and about 
three times a year they send him a box full of gold. You 
saw, didnT you, how strong the box was ironed together 

^^Yes, I noticed it.-’^ 

There's about thirty thousand dollars in it, Tm told." 

Indeed!" laughed Carlos. That's more than one man 
deserves, I should think." 

And he whipped up his horse to a brisk trot, as he had 
by this time passed the expressman, and could only talk to 
him by dint of shouting. 

We will pass by the visit of Carlos to Knoxtown, which 
was his destination, the concert, his enthusiastic admiration 
of the singer, and the general excitement of applause. 

At a late hour in the night he set out on his return. It 
was starlight, and the air was sultry. He gave himself up to 
deep thought. What to conclude in regard to his uncle he 
knew not. He had been agreeably surprised at the recep- 
tion he had received, for he had expected a storm of re- 
proaches and immediate dismissal. 

However, the fact that his uncle had since refused to see 
him, and at the same time had admitted Haywood, their 
common enemy, into his own private room, filled him with 
misgiving. Had he told Haywood the story, and shown 
the documents to him, so as to give him a chance to explain 
it all away? If the artful intriguer and mischief-maker 
were thus early to be allowed the opportunity to justify his 
conduct, and speciously smooth over his wrong-doing, then 
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and his reflections made him gloomy as he sped on the road 
to Dalton. 

It was past twelve o^clock when he came in sight of his 
undoes residence. It was but natural that he should drive 
more slowly, and look at the house and grounds. 

He approached from the north side. Everything was 
quiet and gloomy. The air was still and clear, with not a 
breath of wind stirring. Silence reigned, broken only by 
the stepping of the horse, and the creaking of the wheels on 
the ground. 

As he passed the house, and looked back at the south 
side, Carlos gave an involuntary start at seeing one room 
brilliantly lighted. This was so unexpected, and seemed so 
out of keeping with the general solitude, that he pulled up 
his horse and stopped. 

He turned around in his seat, and regarded intently the 
window from which came the light. A careful scrutiny 
and calculation enabled him to conclude that the room 
must be his uncle^s study. It was on the ground floor, and, 
as near as he could judge, in that portion of the house to 
which he and Leonard had been conducted on their first in- 
terview with Colonel Conrad. 

What could he be doing at that late hour? Surely, all 
the rest of the household were abed; and if Colonel Conrad 
were indisposed, it was, to say the least, curious that he 
should be occupied reading or studying at that hour. Per- 
haps he was so ill as to be unable to leave the room or sum- 
mon assistance. 

Suddenly Carlos discovered a dark form hovering stealth- 
ily in the shrubbery near the window. This sight decided 
him. He leaped from the buggy, tied his horse to a stump 
on the side of the road, and proceeded cautiously toward 
his uncle^s house. 

Slowly he went, climbing over the fence, and making as 
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kept on the green lawn, which was velvet-like in its soft- 
ness. 

He arrived by the clump of rose-bushes, and thought he 
heard a rustling among them. He stopped and listened, 
holding his breath that no sound might escape his ear. 
Nothing was discernible to break the silence> however, and 
he resumed his way toward the house. 

Finally he stood on the greensward, about a rod from the 
window he sought. The light was shining brightly still. 
But another circumstance increased the surprise of Carlos. 
The window was a long one, extending to the floor, and 
protected on the outside by blinds. 

The blinds were open, and the lower sash of the window 
was raised. 

He again stopped and listened, but still could hear no 
sound. He crept slowly up to the window and looked in. 

There sat Colonel Conrad by the table, his head bowed 
over on it, motionless, and apparently asleep. The lamp 
stood beside him, burning brightly. 

Carlos looked earnestly in at the flgure of his uncle, de- 
bating what step to take next. Should he speak or de- 
part, silently as he had come, leaving him to awake at his 
leisure? 

But even as he looked something sent a choking, sicken- 
ing sensation through him. He gasped for breath, and 
nearly fainted away, as he saw on the floor beside his uncle 
a dark-red pool. 

It lay there, a glistening, horrible, fascinating puddle. 
Carlos stood rooted to the spot, for the moment thrown into 
a dumb, helpless lethargy. But the spell passed from him, 
and he suddenly roused himself into action. 

He sprang into the room, approached his uncle, and 
touched his shoulder. The figure moved not. Carlos shiv- 
ered from head to foot. Then he looked about him fur- 
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less form, and saw in the neck a bloody wound, as if from 
a single vigorous deep thrust of a dagger. All this was so 
sudden and so awful that he could not realize its horror for 
the time being. 

Again he walked around to the other side of the table. 
The face of the dead body was bent over, out of sight; one 
arm was extended out straight, and the other was bent and 
the fingers clutched tightly together. Carlos could see that 
within this hand was a fragment of white paper. He seized 
hold of the fingers, not yet cold and stiff, and unclasped 
them. The paper was crumpled and wrinkled from the 
tightness with which it had been grasped. Carlos straight- 
ened it out, pulled it smooth, and examined it. It was 
irregular in shape, with two edges smooth and the other 
rough and jagged, as if it had been torn from a sheet. On 
it were two words, in the coloneks handwriting. The paper 
and the writing were as follows: 

/C6cj 

c^cJicrc^^ 

On the table was an envelope, addressed as follows: 
Timothy Tibbs, Esq., 

"^AttV, 

Dalton."" 

Carlos merely glanced at the envelope, and then his gaze 
immediately returned to the piece of paper he held in his 
hand. 

Seven o"clock,"" he repeated, and uttered the words over 
and over again in a low, husky voice. Good Heaven! how 
horrible!"" 

But in the midst of it all he was calm enough to refiect. 

^^This paper,"" he thought, ^Ms a fragment of something 
my uncle was writing. Where is the other part?"" 


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And he looked on the table and on the floor. His search 
was fruitless. 

But again the pool of blood met his eye, and again the 
sickly, deathly feeling passed over him. 

Murdered!’^ he exclaimed, ^^in the night! Ah, who 
could have done it?^^ 

At that instant he heard a sound without — it was unmis- 
takable this time — and then he suddenly realized his posi- 
tion. What if he were discovered there at that hour, alone 
with that dead body, which had so recently been living, 
acting, moving? There could be but one conclusion. He 
would be accused of being a murderer. 

Horrified at the thought, he leaped from the window, 
only to be met by the stalwart figure of a man, large in 
stature, and threatening in aspect, bearing in his hand a 
long, gleaming knife. He had on a black mask, and was 
advancing slowly, his hand raised as if to strike at an in- 
stant^s warning. 

Carlos stopped in terror, regarding the mysterious figure 
in silence, and awaiting its onslaught. 

A conflict seemed inevitable, and, gazing for an instant 
heavenward, he prayed for strength. Then, with sudden 
resolve, he stood erect, and braced his nerves for whatever 
might follow. 


CHAPTER IV. 

A FIGHT AFTD A FLIGHT. 

Carlos and the stranger paused, regarding each other 
with the quick calculation of antagonists measuring their 
opponents" strength. 

You killed my uncle,"" said Carlos, in a low tone. 

Your uncle! No — you killed him!"" 

"•I?"" 

^^Yes; you"re the only one that"s been here to-night. 
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What do you mean?^^ 

It^s lucky that you did happen along here, for I think 
I can fasten the deed on you. Stop! Don^t move nor 
speak aloud. 

Carlos had started to leave the spot, but the long knife . 
was presented at his breast in a manner that threatened 
instant death if he stirred. 

Great Heaven! who are you and whv did you k;ill 
him?^^ 

Silence !^^ was the reply, given in a fierce whisper, and 
accompanied by a terrible oath. Don^t repeat that. I 
say you killed him. And here^s the evidence of it.'^^ 

He wiped the dagger, which was still bloody, on Carlos^ 
coat and vest, leaving great red stains. 

What is that for?*^ asked Carlos. 

Youfil find out when the spots are discovered. Theyfil 
be pretty bad evidence against you. Ha! that makes you 
wince. But there is one thing more. I have been watch- 
ing you, and I want that piece of paper you took from the 
old man^s hand. Fork it over.'’^ 

What do you want of it?'’^ asked Carlos. 

It belongs to this letter, and the letter is useless with- 
out it,^^ said the man, drawing a white paper partially from 
his pocket. Come, give it up, and we will both leave this 
place quietly. 

But Carlos, seeing that the villain was off his guard for an 
instant, darted forward with the quickness of lightning and 
dealb him a powerful blow between the eyes. 

The effect might have been serious had not the man been 
protected by his mask. As it was, it blinded him for a- 
moment, and caused him to drop his dagger. 

Carlos stooped to pick it up, but his antagonist recovered 
quicker than he had expected. He felt a blow on the side 
of the head that sent him reeling for a distance of two or 
three yards, and then he fell to the ground. The man was 
after him, but he was on his feet in an instant, and the two 
closed. 

The man was large, and possessed great muscular 
strength. Carlos though smaller in stature, had well- 
developed muscles, and was, moreover, lithe and active. 
His antagonist soon discovered this, and found that his 
work was not so easy as he had anticipated. 

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ing to obtain an advantage over tbe other. They seemed 
to be equally matched. But Carlos soon saw that in en- 
durance he would fail. He felt his strength departing 
from him while the ruffian seemed to be fresh and unwearied. 
He must end the fight soon, or be beaten. 

These thoughts passed rapidly through his mind, and at 
that instant he saw his opportunity. He suddenly ceased 
his efforts, and relaxed his struggles, throwing his antagonist 
off guard for a moment. Then he doubled up quickly, 
bringing his knees to his breast, and letting his heels fiy out 
violently against his adversary's stomach. 

This mode of proceeding was entirely unexpected. The 
vallain rolled over and uttered a deep grunt. 

Carlos was free. He sprang to his feet and fied. He 
was instantly pursued, however, and if he had not been 
fieet of foot, would have been overtaken. He ran to the 
fence, cleared it with a bound, and then went directly to 
his horse and buggy. 

He was almost to the carriage, the ruffian in hot pursuit. 
He saw that he would not have time to untie the horse, and 
so, running, he took out his pocket knife and opened the 
blade. When he came up to the horse he cut the halter, 
leaving it dangling to the stump. 

Then he sprang into the buggy, applied the whip vigor- 
ously, and drove rapidly down the road. 

Near by was a clump of trees, in the shade of which he 
saw a horse standing, saddled. Wondering at this, he still 
drove on, but looked back. 

When on the brow of a little hillock he saw his pursuer 
stop and untie the horse. 

^^HaP thought Carlos, ^^he is coming after me on 
horseback. His horse may be fleeter than mine, and in 
that case hefil surely overtake me. Ah, here^s a chance to 
circumvent himP 

He had come to a narrow street branching off from the 
main road, and into this he turned. As he was about a 
quarter of a mile ahead, and it was rapidly growing cloudy, 
he could neither be seen nor heard. 

He urged his horse to a quicker rate of speed, and flew 
along the road blindly, recklessly. At first he passed farm 
dwellings frequently, and in one or two of them dim lights 
were burning. Hogs ran out to the gates and barked as he 
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again he lashed his horse^ until the beast was covered with 
foam. 

It now began to grow dark rapidly. Clouds shut out the 
stars from view, and thunder rumbled in the heavens, 
mingled with flashes of lightning. Then the rain began to 
fall in large drops. 

Carlos was in a state bordering on delirium. The shock 
of coming so unexpectedly on the murdered body of his 
uncle would have been too much for the nerves of a much 
stronger man than he. The threat of the murderer of 
fastening the crime on him had fllled him with apprehen- 
sion. Then came the struggle, the pursuit, and the escape; 
all these following one another, produced on him a terrible 
state of excitement. 

Not until he had driven four or flve miles did he once 
halt or slacken his speed, or reflect that he was beyond the 
reach of his pursuer. By that time the rain was falling in 
torrents, loud peals of thunder rent the air, and vivid 
flashes of lightning came in quick succession. 

The rain falling on his heated brow had the effect of 
cooling his excitement somewhat, and he began to reflect. 
He stopped urging his horse, and the poor beast dropped 
into a walk, enjoying the shower falling on his steaming 
flanks. 

Carlos endeavored to look around him, but it was pitch- 
dark. Where was he? How far from Dalton? How 
near any human habitation? He knew not. Then he 
thought: 

Why this flight? I am guilty of nothing. My pur- 
suer is off my track. I should be pursuing Mm, not he 
me. Where has he gone? Why did he kill my uncle ?^^ 
Carlos shuddered as he thought of the body leaning over 
the table, and the pool of blood on the floor. ‘^1 must 
quickly return to Dalton, or in truth I may be suspected. 
The villain wiped his dagger on my coat, but I appre- 
hend the rain has washed it all off. Besides, I could 
have no motive, and nobody saw me near the house. I 
must arouse the officers, and the murderer must be found. 

Alas! that these thoughts had come so late! 

He then stopped the horse and began to consider the best 
mode of proceeding. He was in a lonely, unknown road, 
and Anally decided to let the horse take his own course. 
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The animal obeyed, stepping slowly and cautiously, his 
feet splashing and sinking deep in the mud at every step, 
and drawing out with difficulty. 

The rain now was falling with less violence, and the 
thunder and lightning were not so frequent. Carlos was 
wet through to the skin, and the water ran from each side 
of his horse in little streams. Both animal and man were 
chilled and shivering. They plodded* on slowly through 
the darkness, which was so dense as to seem almost like a 
material substance. Carlos gave himself up to a gloomy 
despondency, for, although innocent, he -.had a foreboding 
that the events of the night would bring evil and misfortune 
to him. 

Suddenly the horse altered his course and turned quickly 
to the right. As he proceeded, the hub of one of the 
buggy wheels came in contact with some object — not with 
such force, however, as to stop the vehicle; and in a mo- 
ment Carlos no longer felt the rain beating down upon him, 
but heard it over him, striking some intervening .object. 
They were under a shelter. The horse had turned into a 
farm -yard and walked under a shed. He stood still, evi- 
dently determined to postpone the remainder of his journey 
until an improvement in the weather should take place. 

This was a new and vexatious phase of affairs, and Carlos 
was confronted with the prospect of remaining in his 
strange quarters until daybreak. 

He had not, up to this moment, heard a sniffing, smell- 
ing noise, which came from a large watch-dog, who had 
been walking around the buggy silently and regarding the 
new arrival with suspicion. The darkness had prevented 
him from seeing and the rain from hearing the animal. 
But now, as he was about to step from the buggy to tie the 
horse and make things secure for the night, a low growling 
arrested him. He stopped and listened, and knew that a 
large dog was in close proximity. 

He leaped to the ground notwithstanding, and instantly 
the growls deepened and a shaggy body sprang against his 
breast. The dog had aimed for his throat, but seized his 
coat-collar instead. 

Carlos did not lose his presence of mind, but seized the 
brute suddenly around the lower jaw, holding it with a vise- 
like grip. There was all the energy of a life-struggle in his 
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not bring his teeth together. He was a large, heavy ani- 
mal, and he bore Carlos to the ground. There they lay, 
and stuggled and floundered, the dog uttering howls of rage, 
but Carlos never once relinquished his grasp. 

The noise aroused the inmates of the house, which was 
near by. Soon a voice was heard: 

Tige! Tige! what^s the matter out there 

It was a man who spoke. 

Help! for Cod^s sake!^^ cried Carlos. 

■ Who are you asked the voice. 

Call the dog off cried Carlos. My strength is nearly 
goneP 

The man advanced, carrying a lantern, and peering cau- 
tiously ahead of him. He seemed in no hurry to relieve 
Carlos from his unpleasant position, but looked around as 
if to assure himself that no one else was about. Having be- 
come satisfied on this point, he exclaimed: 

There, Tige, get off. Get off, I say!^^ him a 

savage kick in the side. 

Carlos let go his hold, and the dog, giving a short yelp, 
ran under the buggy, and seated himself on his haunches, 
glaring out at them with hungry eyes. 

Carlos sank back on the ground and fainted. 

Well, who be you, anyhow asked the man. 

Keceiving no reply, he bent over the prostrate body, and, 
seeing that it was unconscious, he said: 

ITl call Kit. Here — go into the house, you hound 

The dog slunk on ahead of his master, peering backward, 
first one side, and then the other, with wicked eyes. On 
arriving at the door, the man roared: 

Kit! Oh, here you are. I should. have thought the in- 
fernal noise would ha^ Voke you.^^ 

It did,^^ responded a female voice. What is the mat- 
ter 

A young chapes out here on the ground that has had a 
tussle with Tige. He^s gone clear away, and wefil have to 
bring him in, I ^spose.^^ 

^^Oh, yes! It^s a dreadful night. You carry him in, 
and I will get some lights and make a place for him.^^ 

Carlos was soon deposited on a couch, with a rough man 
staring at him, and a young girl, not so rough, endeavoring 
to restore him. 

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ing nearly his whole face, and heavy eyebrows, overhanging 
a pair of deep-set, small, restless-looking eyes. He was 
large as well as tall, and his build betokened great strength. 
His position was not erect, but his gait was slouching, his 
look sullen, and his manner that of one at odds with all the 
world. 

The daughter was also large of frame, but she did not 
share the devil-may-care look of her father. To be sure 
there was danger in those black eyes when her nature was 
once aroused, but there was the woman in them — womanly 
care, womanly softness, womanly passion. 

As she bent over the form of Carlos, she overflowed with 
pity, and used gentle means to restore him. 

And when her efforts were rewarded with success she 
stared at him eagerly, with a loud beating heart, and tears 
just ready to fall. Then for the flrst time her hand trem- 
bled and her steadiness of nerve forsook her. 

Carlos slowly opened his eyes, pressed his hands to his 
forehead for a moment, and then looked his thanks at the 
being whose hands were deftly making him comfortable. 
Beneath his gaze she trembled violently and blushed a deep 
red. Her face was half averted, and she could And neither 
words nor voice to express her joy. 

Her father saw that Carlos was returning to conscious- 
ness, and, going to a chair on the opposite side of the room, 
said, gruffly, as he sat down: 

^^Hefll do well enough now.^^ 

At that Carlos q:rang up suddenly, saying: 

Yes, Fm all ri^ht, and I must go. How far is it to 
Dalton 

Oh, sir/^ said the girl, finding her voice, you must 
not go to-night. You canT.^^ 

Yes, I must,^^ said Carlos. Can you tell me how far 
it is to Dalton 

A matter o^ four mile,^^ replied the man. 

Yes, it^s four miles, and it^s a bad road, with ever so 
many turns, said the girl. 

Carlos stepped to the door and looked out. It had nearly 
stopped raining, but the darkness was intense, and the 
water could be heard rushing in torrents in the ditch beside 
the road. 

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the vain endeavor to discern surrounding objects; if I 
only knew the way, I would not hesitate a moment. 

you don^t know the way/^ said the girl, ^^you 
couldn^t possibly find it. No, it wouldn^t do for you to try. 
You will have to stay with us until daylight. 

This seemed to be the only alternative, and Carlos re- 
luctantly submitted. A fire was built for him to dry his 
clothes by, and the room was abandoned to his sole occu- 
pancy. 

He was agitated, and bewailed the necessity of inaction. 

To remain away all night will make them suspect me,^^ 
he thought. 

But he was exhausted, and, lying down on the couch, 
he sank into a troubled sleep. His dreams were disturb- 
ing, and he fiung his arms and talked wildly as he slept. 

Not till morning dawned and the sun was up did he 
awake. He sprang from the couch, and it took him some 
moments to recover full consciousness of his situation. Then 
with a groan he commenced dressing, and was soon in a 
presentable condition. 

The father and daughter were already up, and in the 
next room had a breakfast prepared, although it was not yet 
six oYlock. 

^AVe thought you ought to have something to eat before 
setting out,"’"’ said the girl, greeting him with a smile. 

thank you very much,^^ replied Carlos. will take 
a cup of coffee, and then must be off.'’^ 

During the meal he inquired the names of his host and 
hostess. The man was Jake Heath, and the girl was his 
daughter Kate. 

Thank you,^^ said Carlos. I will remember you, and 
repay you some time, if I ever have an opportunity.^^ 

He shrank from offering money, as he instinctively felt 
that it would offend Kate. So, after again and again ex- 
pressing his gratitude, he took leave of the two, shaking 
hands with them heartily. 

Kate stood and watched him, a new light coming into 
her eyes, and a sigh escaping her, coming from the pro- 
foundest depths of her nature. The seeds of a hopeless 
passion had been planted in her heart. 

Carlos^ thoughts were different. As he turned toward 
Dalton he was filled with terrible though vague apprehen- 
sions. Although he drove rapidly, he approached the vil- 


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lage with fear and trembling, and felt that he was rushing 
into the jaws of death. And even at the early hour at 
which he entered the town, he saw that there was an un- 
usual stir. The few that were out, instead of going quietly 
about their usual business, were talking with one another in 
excited tones, with sober looks and blanched faces. 

Well did he know the terrible nature of their half- whis- 
pered words and low-spoken discussions. 


CHAPTEE V. 

THE WKONG MAH. 

The masked stranger tore through the shrubbery in mad 
pusuit after Carlos, uttering the most fearful imprecations. 

He strained every nerve to increase his speed, and groaned 
in desperation as he saw Carlos jump into his buggy and 
drive off. He ran on to the spot where his horse was sta- 
tioned, and, once mounted, there was a chance that he 
might overtake the object of his pursuit. 

But Carlos drove rapidly, and, by the time the assassin 
was mounted, was out of sight. 

The man applied the spurs and whip, and his horse gal- 
loped along swiftly, making the dirt and stones fly far be- 
hind him. 

On they flew, swifter and swifter. Like an arrow they 
shot by the road where Carlos had turned. It was well 
that the latter adopted this ruse, or he would inevitably 
have been overtaken, for his pursuer^s horse was a fleet 
one. 

Soon the rider began to grow uneasy. 

I should have come up with him by this time,'' he 
thought. There's no horse in the Dalton livery-stable 
that mine ought not to have run down before this." 

He strained his eyes to look ahead, but the gathering 
clouds prevented him from discerning objects at any dis- 
tance. Then he halted and listened. A faint rumbling of 
wheels greeted his ear, but it was not sufficiently distinct 
for him to determine from what direction it came. He 
concluded that it must be toward the village, and again 
lashed his horse and urged him ahead. 


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As he entered the streets of Dalton he began to feel a 
misgiving that he had been outwitted. But not a single 
chance must be cast aside^ and he neither turned nor slack- 
ened his pace. Down the main thoroughfare, and around 
the corner of a street which led to the livery-stable, he pro- 
ceeded, and there he saw a horse trotting briskly along, 
drawing a buggy containing a single occupant. 

^^Ha! my man,^'’ he thought, ^^you^re too sure! You 
thought you were so far ahead that I couldn^t come up with 
you, but ril show you in a moment your mistake P 

Speaking a word to his horse, he dashed on with renewed 
speed, and was soon but a rod or two behind the buggy. 
He thought it strange that his approach was apparently not 
noticed, that there was no attempt to distance him, or avoid 
him in any way. He whom he supposed to be Carlos Con- 
rad simply looked around once, and then drove on, neither 
slackening nor increasing his speed. 

^^Ah, I have it,^^ thought the pursuer. ^^He doesn^t 
know I have a horse. He didn^t see him under the shade 
of the trees. He thinks I am a mile off, and that some in- 
nocent cove is following him. Til tackle him now.'’^ 

Acting promptly on this theory, he galloped up to the 
side of the buggy supposed to contain Carlos. 

The clouds % this time were quite thick, and rendered 
everything indistinct to the vision. The pursuer hailed his 
man : 

Hallo, stranger, hold on!^^ 

The stranger looked around, and said: 

AVhat do you want?"^ 

His apparent unconcern startled the murderer, who, with 
a sudden impulse, leaped from his horse's back into the 
The action was so quick as to meet with no 're- 
pulse. The lines were jerked from the driver's hands, his 
neck was encircled with a strong arm, and he was quickly 
chocked into submissiveness. The horse was reined in and 
stood still. The murderer's horse, a well-trained animal, 
also halted and stood motionless. 

Now," said the assailant, ^^if you'll give up that piece 
of paper. I'll let you go." 

What do you mean?" gasped the victim, whose throat 
was firmly held. 

^^No fooling," was the reply, given in an angry tone. 

Just hand it over, or it will be the worse for you." 


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Hand what over?^^ 

^^The paper. 

What paper 

You know as well as was the reply, accompanied 
with a curse. I saw you take it out of his hand.^^ 

^‘1 do not understand you.-"^ 

And the victim struggled to free himself. It was in vain. 
He was held in a vise-like grip. 

Are you not Colonel Conrad^s nephew asked the 
assailant, beginning to cherish doubts as to having hold of 
the right man. 

Yes, I am Colonel Conrad^s nephew,^'’ was the reply. 

Then do as I wish, or you^ll be murdered, too.'’^ 

I murdered, too! Please explain yourself. And Til 
thank you to give me a clear idea of what you want. If it 
is my watch, take it. I am helpless; and to have my throat 
in the embrace of your arm is far from comfortable. You 
can have my pocket-book, too, although there is precious 
little, in it. At all events, I wish you would transact your 
business, whatever it is, and then release me.^^ 

Further words were cut short by a blow on the head from 
a small bag of shot, and Leonard Lester sank back on the 
seat of the buggy unconscious. For it was he. He had 
started to return from his fishing excursion at Kocky Beach 
past midnight, and had arrived in Dalton just in time to 
fall in with the villain who was in pursuit of Carlos, and to 
be mistaken for his cousin. 

When he first noticed the horseman approaching, he 
thought it rather strange that he should be out at such an 
hour, and, of course, did not suspect his object. And 
when he accosted him, and leaped into the buggy, and 
made the strange demand for that piece of paper, of 
course Leonard was bewildered. He dared not struggle 
violently, for the ruffian had him in such a manner that he 
could, by a contraction of his powerful arm, have easily 
broken or dislocated his neck. Consequently he was pow- 
erless to resist. 

Onihe other hand, the murderer of Colonel Conrad did 
not dare risk a prolonged struggle in the public street, even 
at that late hour, to obtain the fragment of paper he so 
coveted. There was too much danger of making a noise 
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So he adopted the expedient of rendering Leonard insen- 
sible for the time being. 

By this time the rain-storm had come up. The thunder 
began to roar and the lightning flashed through the sky. 

The ruffian bound Leonardos hands^ and then^ lifting him 
up and placing him astride of his horse, he joined his feet 
by a cord, drawing it firmly and tying it securely. All this 
was effected with much trouble, as Leonard was helpless, 
and was by no means a light weight to handle. 

His captor mounted behind him, and, placing his arms 
around him, held him in position, at the same time grasp- 
ing the bridle with his hands. 

Now get up, Bill,^"^ he said, ^^and take us home in short 
order. 

And he brought his heels violently against the sides of 
his horse. The animal sprang forward with a snort, and 
dashed through the streets of the town, amid the driving 
rain and deafening thunder. The horse and buggy used 
by Leonard were left behind to take care of themselves as 
best they might. 

On drove the strange couple, one bewildered and con- 
founded by his situation, and the other destined to be 
scarcely less so, for what would be his emotions on discover- 
ing that his prisoner was not the man he had pursued from 
the grounds of Colonel Conrad? 

After a time Leonard returned to consciousness, the jolt- 
ing ride and the drenching rain arousing his nerves into 
action. He attempted to struggle, but soon found that the 
effort was futile. He could move neither his hands nor his 
feet, and, as he only maintained an upright position by the 
aid of his companion, he conceived the idea that it would 
be policy to remain quiet. 

On recovering from the effects of the blow he had re- 
ceived, he had immediately comprehended his situation, 
and was aware that he was being carried rapidly out of town 
for some purpose — though what he could not imagine. 

Where am he asked; ^^and who are you?^^ 

^^Ah, youTe awake, awake, are you?'’^ was the reply. 

Youfil find out who I am soon enough. Ifil take you to 
a place where youfil come to terms, Ifil be bound. If you 
had been reasonable, and given me what I wanted, you 
might have been abed and asleep by this time. Now Fm 
afraid it will go a little hard lvith you." 


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Oh, you^re still harping on that, are you?^^ said Leon- 
ard. Well, ril give you all the pieces of paper Tve got, 
if you will leave me one ten-dollar bill for present neces- 
sities.'^^ 

Too late now; you ought to have made that offer when 
I first came up with you. You must go with me now, and 
Tm thinking you wonT come back in a hurry either.'’^ 

^^Why? What do you mean?^^ asked Leonard, in some 
alarm. 

Oh, nothing, only it will be necessary to take you to a 
place that you probably never dreamt of; and if we should 
let you go, it might be the ruination of us.^^ 

^^If you should let me go! And douT you mean to let 
me go?^^ 

^^We can tell better about that pretty soon. By the 
lightning, how it does pour down! Get up, BillP 

For as much as half an hour longer they went on their 
lonely road, now through thick woods, now by open fields. 
At last the murmur of the sea was faintly heard. They 
were approaching the shore of the ocean. 

^ Leonai'd kept a sharp lookout. 

Their course was now over rough places and through 
jagged paths. Every moment the roar of the sea grew more 
distinct. 

At length Leonardos captor reined in the horse. He took 
a small instrument from his pocket, placed it to his mouth, 
and gave three long, shrill whistles. 

After a moment's pause, the signal was answered. Then 
they pushed forward again, and after riding a short dis- 
tance, halted. 

Leonard could just discern in the darkness a high mass 
of rocks near him, while the washing of the waves on the 
shore could be heard close at hand. 

Now," said his captor, ^^Fm going to take you down 
from the horse, and you'll have to walk a spell. But I 
warn you that there'll be no use in your trying to escape — 
you can't do it. So look sharp and mind your footing, and 
keep close to me." 

He took a knife and cut the cords that bound Leonard, 
for they were so swelled with the rain that it was impossible 
to untie them. 

Leonard leaped to the ground, and stretched his limbs, 
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Now walk ahead of me/^ was the command, and the 
two proceeded forward, Leonardos mind being active and 
on the alert for some means of escape from his strange cas- 
tody. 

They were walking parallel with the edge of the water, 
some rods distant from it. 

Suddenly, Leonard turned abruptly to the right and fled. 
He rushed directly toward the murmuring waves, and stum- 
bled across a small skiff. 

A yell of warning followed him, but he leaped into the 
boat, seized the oars, and rowed rapidly from the shore. 

The man reached the water's edge just too late. With 
an exclamation of baffled rage, he fired two pistol shots. 

Leonard rowed vigorously, and soon put quite a distance 
between himself and the shore. He hoped, in the darkness, 
to confuse and outwit his pursuer. 

But all at once he heard a suspicious sound, and paused to 
listen. 

It w^as the sound of oars. 

The strokes were quick and strong, and were made by 
more than one pair of arms. They came from more thaii^ 
one direction, too. 

The conviction flashed upon Leonard's mind that other 
boats were at hand, and that he was pursued. He threw all 
his energy into his work, and rowed rapidly. Even as he 
did so, he was conscious that the odds were against him, but 
his spirits did not sink, nor did his efforts abate. Although 
the bow of the little skiff cut the waves gallantly, and sliot 
a stream of seething foam out either side, she was rapidly 
gained upon. Soon Leonard could hear the strokes of the 
pursuing oars even while his own were in motion, and they 
gradually but surely grew more distinct. 

Even when it became a certainty that he must be over- 
taken, he calmly awaited the course of events, not without 
fear, but still cool and self-possessed. 


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CHAPTER VI. 

UKDEEGKOUND. 

Leonard had scarcely left the shore two rods behind him 
when his pursuer reached the point where he had leaped 
into the boat. 

Pausing a moment and retracing his steps^ he ran to the 
base of a high cliff of rocks, and again blew his whistle. 

• ‘^Ratter! Beattie! Hawkins! Out here, quick! There^s 
work to do,^^ 

^^Hi! Snags, what is it responded a voice apparently 
coming from the depths of the rock. 

I had a prisoner and he has flown. He is in a boat now, 
rowing for dear life.^^ 

^^In a boat! How in thunder did you come to let him 
get a boat? Who is he, anyhow 

Do not ask any questions, but be after him as quick as 
you can. He must not escape P 

^MVell, ril call the boys.^^ 

Confound it, you should not have to call them. Why 
didn't you get ready for action when you heard my first 
whistle?"'’ 

Didn"t suppose there was going to be any trouble of 
this kind. You ought to have watched him more care- 
ful "" 

Well, well. Never mind that now. He is pulling away 
fast, and every moment is precious."" 

Yes, we’re coming. Can"t you tell a fellow what kind 
of a job it is. Snags?"" 

^'No, not till I see Roake. I don"t know much about it 
myself yet. Only it"s life or death to get that chap that"s 
leaving us so fast."" 

By this time four men had emerged from an aperture in 
the rocks, and were hastening to the shore. 

Take two boats, branch out, head him in — ^be sure that 
you catch him!"" shouted Snags, and before he had fairly 
ceased speaking, the pursuers were pulling from the shore. 

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dence that betokened an intimate knowledge of the lo- 
cality. 

Snags now turned toward the perpendicular ascent of 
rock and entered the aperture from which the men had 
emerged. He stepped into what was apparently a small fis- 
sure in the rocks, overhung by a projecting crag. 

He proceeded for some distance through a dark passage, 
and then emerged into a large apartment, dimly lighted by 
a high, swinging lamp. 

It was a cave, the walls of which on all sides were of dark- 
colored rock, rough and uneven, with moisture oozing out 
here and there. The ceiling was high, and from it was sus- 
pended by a wire the lamp, which cast a ghostly and uncer- 
tain glimmer about. 

Going directly across the apartment, he came to an open- 
ing which branched off in the form of a long, narrow 
hall. This hall he traversed for some distance, and finally 
halted before an iron door, over which swung a small 
lamp. 

He knocked. Receiving no answer, he knocked again, 
louder. 

A volley of oaths greeted his ear, uttered in an angry 
tone. 

Waiting until the storm had subsided, he said: 

^^Roake, let me in. It is I — Snags. Open the door.^^ 

What the duse is the matter?^^ uttered the voice, some- 
what more mildly, but still with vexation in the tone. 

^^ITl tell you when I^m alone with you.^'’ 

A rattling at the latch was now heard, and the iron door 
swung open heavily. It disclosed an apartment fifteen or 
twenty feet square, which, like the rooms through which 
Snags had already passed, was feebly illuminated. 

On one side was a bed, and there were tables, chairs, a 
couch, and a cupboard, in different parts of the room. 
Everything bore an untidy, disorderly look. 

As Snags entered, Roake said: 

I suppose everything worked all right — didnT it?^^ 

Instead of replying. Snags said, cautiously: 

I suppose the ‘Bos^ isn't around, is he?" 

^^Ho, of course not. Why?" 

Nothing, only I'm afraid he wouldn't be over and above 
pleased with what I've had to do to-night." 

What have you had to do?" said the other, sharply. 


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^^Well, you see/^ said Snags, drawing a long breath, I 
got up to the grove about twelve o^clock, and went to the 
window mentioned. There was a light in the room, and 
there sat the colonel, writing. I could just see this through 
a corner of the curtain, which was turned up a little. He 
wrote moreen an hour, and I out there waiting for him to 
get through. But he didnT get through, and I was revolv- 
ing in my mind a change of tactics, when he got up. 

He went to the other side of the room, w^here I couldnT 
see him, and was gone quite a few minutes. Then he came 
back to the table and sat down, and I^’m blamed if he didnT 
go to writing again. Says I to myself. Snags, this ainT a 
going to do. IHl be daylight before you do your work, 
and if youTe seen in Dalton things may work wrong. I 
thought, too, that he might be writing on the very docu- 
ment that was wanted. So I made up my mind to crawl 
in behind him and see what I could see. I moved along 
to the other window, so as to be directly behind him, and 
pulled open the wooden shutters. The sash was raised, and 
so was the curtain, part way, so that all I had to do was to 
crawl in pretty quiet. 

^^Well, I got inside, and stood up and looked over his 
shoulder. Good Lord! you canT guess what I saw on the 
table. A jolly old heap of gold coin, and there it is, 
too?^^ 

Snags reached down into the depths of a huge pocket, and 
drew out several handfuls of eagles and half eagles. He 
threw them down on the table, and the eyes of both the 
men sparkled. 

The face of Eoake expressed a greedy joy, but he said in 
an impatient tone: 

^^Well, what next? What did you do then? How did 
you get the gold?^^ 

I was going to say,^^ resumed Snags, that just as I 
was feasting my optics on the shiners, the old man noticed 
my shadow, and looked up. He saw me standing there, 
and I think you^ll own it was rather a ticklish place. I 
hadnT but one thing to do. You know yourself that I ainT 
very fond of it, and confound it, it wasnT my fault — it 
couldnT be helped — I had to stick him 

You fool, you!' Did you 

Yes, neednT say the word, I did it, but upon my 
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meant to quiet him for a few moments, while I got the 
booty. 

Snags hesitated as if at a loss how to proceed further. He 
glanced furtively at his companion, and evidently feared 
his displeasure. But the other only said: 

Well, what then? You got the booty, that^s one good 
thing. Did you get anything else?^^ 

and I’ll tell you why. The minute I run it into 
him, I heard a carriage coming along the road, and so I 
grabbed the gold and jumped out of the window. I hid in 
the bushes, and presently a young cuss come stealing into 
the yard, looking about as if he thought things wasnT all 
right. I watched him, and he went into the house, right 
where the old man was leaning his head on the table, and 
the blood on the floor by his side. He seemed mighty scared 
at the looks of things, and took from the old man^s hand a 
scrap of paper he was clutching even when dead. I crept 
close up to the window, so as to see well, when the young 
chap come out. I held up this joker, and Snags drew the 
long knife from his breast and laid it on the table, ^^and 
told him to wait a minute, I wanted to see him. I told 
him he must give up that paper he had taken from the 
coloneFs hand, but he vowed he wouldnT. He called the 
old man his uncle, and asked me what I killed him for. 

But I couldnT stop to waste no words with him, and so 
we got into a tussle. By gum! he was a wiry chap, if he 
was little; and he got away from me, too. He ran into the 
the road, jumped into his buggy, and drove like mad into 
the town. But I had Bill all saddled, under the trees, and 
I got on him as quick as I could, and went after him. 
Thunder! how he did go! But I caught him just as he was 
going up toward the livery-stable, and had to knock him in 
the head ; for it wouldnT "do, you know, to raise a muss, and 
make a noise right in the village. 

I put him on the horse in front of me, and streaked it 
for this spot. When we^d rode as far as we could, I took 
him down and made him walk; and — would you believe it? 
— though I followed him up close, he gave me the slip 
again, and ran like split down the shore, jumped in a skiff, 
and rowed 

The devil he did,'^ said Eoake. You've made a pretty 
mess of it, all around. You ain't so sharp as you used to 
be. And so the fellow has escaped, has he?^' 


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I hope not, said Snags. Eattler and the others are 
out with two boats after him, and as he didn^t get much of 
a start I think they^ll catch him. Ml be mighty serious 
business if they don^t.^^ 

^^How^s that?^^ 

He'll bring officers here, and they'll burst up the whole 
nest of us." 

^^That would be a bad job. And you can have your 
cursed blundering to thank for it. Just think of it; to kill 
a man when it was not in the game, and then to let a 
prisoner escape from you so easily." 

Don't blow, Eoake. I couldn't help it. There is one 
thing we can do; if our man is not caught we can leave this 
place, and take a journey that leaves no trail." 

I hate to do that." 

So do I. But self-preservation, and so forth, you 
know." 

Both men were silent for .a short time, when Snags 
said: 

I'm mighty hungry, Eoake, and dry as a fish. A man 
must eat and drink after such a job as I've been through." 

You'll find what you want in the cupboard there," said 
Eoake. 

He lit a pipe, and smoked furiously, muttering: 

^^I don't know what the boss will say." 

Snags proceeded to eat with a voracity that attested a 
good appetite, and a mind untroubled, for the time, by the 
bloody scene in which he had so recently been the chief 
actor. 

The men conversed no more together, but each occupied 
himself with his own thoughts, and anxiously awaited* the 
appearance of Leonard Lester, who at that moment had 
nearly abandoned all hope of eluding the four men who 
were pursuing him with their boats. 


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OHAPTEE VII. 

IK STEAKGE QUAKTEKS. 

Snags, when his appetite was in a measure appeased, 
grew impatient. He was anxious lest Leonard Lester should 
make good his escape, and felt a sort of responsibility con- 
cerning the securing of the captive. More than that, he 
apprehended that his carelessness would bring him into dis- 
credit among his comrades, should Leonard not be retaken. 

And still further, there was something he had not 
chosen to tell Eoake, namely, the contents of the paper he 
had torn from Colonel Conrad^s hand. He had read it 
hastily before the arrival of Carlos on the scene, and it fell 
just short of conveying some very desirable information. 
That information, he was sure, could be supplied by the 
missing fragment, and this he was eager to obtain. But he 
decided that Eoake must know nothing of all this, at least 
for the present. 

Crowing more and more anxious concerning the recapture 
of his escaped prisoner. Snags at length left the apartment 
of Eoake, and made his way through the rocky passages to 
the beach again. 

Here he listened for the sound of returning boats. For 
some moments he waited, and at last his heart rose in glee 
as he heard the splashing of oars. 

They would not return so soon unless they had suc- 
ceeded,^^ he reasoned. 

And he was right. 

The boats soon came ashore, and Leonard Lester was in 
the hands of the ruffians. 

Ha!^^ exclaimed Snags. Here you are. You see we 
know our business. You might as" well give in first as 
last.^^ 

always give in when I am obliged to,^^ replied 
Leonard; never otherwise. And now Fd like to know 
among what sort of a crew I have fallen, and what the 
whole thing means 

Oh, it wonT be long before youTl have all the informa- 


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tion you want, and more too. Now come with me. Step 
along.” 

Leonard hesitated, and looked around him — the light of 
the lantern held by Snags enabling him to take a dim view 
of his surroundings. 

One, two, three, four, five,” he counted. If there 
were not more than three of you, I think I could see what 
my muscle is good for. But five are too many. Yes, I"ll 
go. Be on your guard, though, for I warn you Til not be 
a tractable prisoner.” 

^^Yes, you^^e taught us that,” laughed Snags; ^^we 
sha^n^t give you too much leeway.” 

Leonard was conducted into the rocky cave, and through 
the passage past Koake^s door. Then a sudden turn to the 
right brought them to three descending steps, after which 
there was a rocky ascending passage some forty feet in 
length. 

Having traversed this, they came to a wider opening, in 
an obscure corner of which a concealed door was opened. 
Through this Leonard was led, and found himself in a 
large apartment of irregular shape, whose walls, ceiling, 
and fioor were of rock. The place was moist, chilly, and 
gloomy. 

Well, how will this room suit you?” asked Snags. 

^‘1 donT suj)pose it makes any difference whether it suits 
me or not,” replied Leonard. You seem to have the game 
all in your own hands.” 

Yes, I should say we had. And if youVe made up your 
mind to that, it^s all the better for you. Now, boys, this 
""ere chap's my prisoner, and I'd like "to see him alone for a 
few minutes. S'pose you leave us, and keep within calling 
distance.” 

In obedience to this suggestion. Snags' comrades with- 
drew, closing the heavy door of the apartment behind 
them. 

Snags drew a revolver from his pocket, set his lantern on 
the fioor, and addressed Leonard. The two were some five 
yards apart. 

^^In the first place,” said Snags, don't move from your 
tracks; if you do. I'll shoot you dead. You're a wiry chap, 
and I don't want the trouble of another tussle with you. In 
the next place, answer all the questions I ask you, prompt 
and true, ‘ Will you?" 


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^‘1 probably said Leonard; though I don^t know 

of any subject upon which I can give information that will 
be likely to interest you.-’^ 

Well see presently. To begin with. Whereas that piece 
of paper 

What piece of paper?^^ 

Curse you!"^ exclaimed Snags, in a fury. Are you try- 
ing to dodge that yet? Come, tell me, before I 

And he clutched his pistol threateningly. 

declare to you,^^ said Leonard, earnestly, ^^that I 
donT know what you mean. And that is all I could say if 
you held a knife to my throat. 

Snags looked at him in wonder. 

You^re a game onel^^ he muttered; ^^or else Tve made 
an unaccountable blunder. 

^^The latter is probably the case,^^ said Leonard; ^^for 
what earthly object you can have in capturing me and 
bringing me he, is more than I can imagine. If youT just 
tell me what you want, and then release me. Til be greatly 
obliged. 

Well, you know, after he was killed 

Who?^^ 

Who! Why, Colonel Conrad, of course. 

Colonel Conrad killed! When? Where?^^ 

Oh, but now this is going too far. Do you honestly 
mean to say that you Ye not the man who had a tussle with 
me, right under the window of his room, where he sat 
dead?^^ 

I mean to say that I never saw you until you attacked 
me in Dalton, and that all your allusions since the attack 
have been mysterious. This I will declare on my oath, if 
necessary.^’ 

Well, you donY look nor act as if you were lying, and 
so 1^11 go over the whole ground. Between twelve and one 
oYlock this morning Colonel Conrad was murdered —^ ''' 

This is terrible! Who did it?"^ 

ThatY neither here not there, said Snags, uneasily. 

The matter will be looked into, doubtless, and somebody 
will swing for it. But just listen a moment. When the 
blow was struck he was holding in his hand a paper which he 
had just written. That paper was taken from him, but he 
held one corner so tight that a piece was torn off and left 
in his grip. The party that did the deed speedily found 


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out that the paper was good for nothing without the piece 
that was torn off, for there was a word, or some words, on 
it that must have furnished a very valuable piece of informa- 
tion. While he was hiding in the bushes near the house, 
another man came along, and peeped into the room where 
the dead man sat. He took from his hand the missing 
fragment of paper, and read it. Then he put it in his 
pocket, and was going off with it, when the first party 
stopped him and demanded of him to give it up. He re- 
fused, and then they clinched and had a rough-and-tumble 
fight of it. The second man was quick and wiry, and got 
away. He ran like the wind, jumped into the buggy by 
the road-side, and drove off like mad, the first man after 
him on horseback. But I — that is, he missed him, some 
way, and on arriving in the village, captured, as it seems, 
the wrong man.^^ 

Ah,’^ exclaimed Leonard, / am the man who was 
captured, and you — you are the one who murdered my 
uncle V’ 

Your uncle! So he is your uncle, then. The other one 
said he was his uncle 

True — it must have been Carlos. We are cousins. 
Colonel Conrad is our uncle. 

Was your uncle, you mean. He^s nobody^s uncle now; 
he^s dead.'’^ 

^^Yes, so you said before. How did it come about? 
Why did you do it?^^ 

Oh, never mind that. I donT know but Fve told you 
too much now. There s one thing, though. You'll never 
get out of here to be a witness against me." 

^MVhat I" exclaimed Leonard, in some alarm ^^you don't 
mean to say that " 

I mean to say that you'll stay here as long as my name 
is Snags, or until I get away from this infernal crew, and 
am in some quarter of the world where I can't be found." 

Then I am to be a prisoner, to shield you? Suppose 
I make a promise not to reveal anything that could harm 
you ?" 

I don't think you would keep such a promise. You 
wouldn't let your cousin be hanged for my sake, would 
you?" 

What do you mean?" 

I mean, replied Snags, that I have a sort of an idea 


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that the thing will look bad against him. There^l be blood 
stains on his clothes, which I put there when we were 
struggling — I had the bloody dagger, you know — and it 
isn^t likely that he could get home without somebody seeing 
him come from the direction of Colonel Conrad^s house. I 
may be wrong, but people like to fasten such crimes on 
somebody, you know, without being particular whether the 
evidence is positive or not. So, to shield your cousin, you^d 
be very likely to peach on me.^^ ^ 

Leonard bowed his head in dismay. Snags was clearly 
right. No promise could be made that would bring such a 
diaster on Carlos. He stood in silent reflection for a few 
moments, and then said: 

This piece of paper that you took comes very near con- 
veying some information, you say, that would be complete if 
4he fragment my cousin has could be obtained. What is 
that information?^^ 

^^You are asking too much now. I canT tell you; or 
rather, I wonT.^^ 

Of what nature is it?^^ 

Snags shook his head and refused to answer. 

Another question,^^ said Leonard. If you could ob- 
tain it, would my cousin and myself be insured from 
harm?^^‘ 

I donT know,^^ replied Snags, slowly. ^^In fact,’’ he 
added, I don’t know much about the thing yet. I haven’t 
had time to think, you see. But I will say one thing. There 
was no plot or intention to kill your uncle. It came quite 
accidental, but it had to be done.” 
don’t understand you.” 

Well, never mind. But now I’ve got one thing to ask 
of you. You must own that I’ve been very frank with you, 
and now I want you to make a promise. The man that is 
at the head of "this gang now is one Captain Eoake; but 
there’s a boss that’s over us all. I don’t want Captain Eoake 
to know anything about this paper. I prefer to tell the 
boss about it with my own mouth. So you keep mum. 
When Eoake comes to see you, which he will, don’t let on 
that you know anything. Just say that you’re the wrong 
man, which is true, and pretend to be ignorant of what I 
mean when speaking of the paper. I’ll explain to Eoake in 
my own way. It’ll be better for you and all of us to do as 
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tear around considerable when riled. Will you do as I 
wish?^^ 

Leonard hesitated. 

Because/^ continued Snags, next in command to 

Eoake, and shall have you in charge. And if you defy me 
I sha^n^t scruple at emptying this into you.^^ He extended 
his pistol. 

ril promise this/^ replied Leonard, not to say any- 
thing to Eoake without first consulting you.^^ 

All right, said Snags. That^s satisfactory. I must 
own that I rather like you, and should hate to put an end 
to you. But at the call of duty I shouldn't let my own 
feelings interfere.'’^ 

And he grinned at his own wit. 

^^ISTow I guess ril leave you. When the boss comes 
around, which may be to-morrow, and may not be in a 
month, youfil know more of what^s going to be done with 
you. Until then Fm as ignorant as yourself.'’^ 

He turned to go. 

Wait,^^ said Leonard. Would any sum of money be 
an inducement to you to get me out of here?^^ 

am afraid not,^^ replied Snags. Money wouldn^t 
amount to much if I should happen to get a rope around 
my neck.^^ 

After a pause the murderer withdrew. 

Leonard was left to his own thoughts, which were of a 
very confusing character. He was ignorant of the exact 
locality of his place of confinement, and was at a loss to 
conjecture the character of his captors. That they were 
lawless desperadoes of some sort he did not doubt, but beyond 
this his thoughts took no form. 

He examined the apartment in which he was confined. 
The walls were of solid rock, and there was apparently no 
means of egress except the door by which Snags had just 
left, and this was closed securely, presenting a resistance evi- 
dently as solid and invulnerable as the rocks themselves. 
There was nothing for him to do but to await further de- 
velopments. 


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CHAPTEE VIII. 

THE AKKEST. 

Carlos drove into Dalton terribly depressed and apprehen- 
sive. In the rain-storm he had turned up the collar of his 
coat and buttoned it tightly^ thus shielding from the rain 
a portion of the blood stains. He saw that these were not 
entirely washed oif. The words of the murderer in re- 
gard to fastening the crime on him still rang in his ears. 

If I could have returned immediately/^ he thought, 

instead of waiting until morning, it would have been bet- 
ter. What will people say? They are talking about it 
now.^'’' 

In a misery of doubt and despondency he drove up the 
street. 

Some one caught sight of him, and uttering an exclama- 
tion to a little knot or men, pointed at him. 

Still Carlos drove on, determined to encou'ftter whatever 
might come. 

Five or six men rushed to the carriage, and one^ seizing 
the horse^s head, stopped him. 

^^Tha/s the manP exclaimed one. 

Yes, that^s one of the nephews, said another. 

Whereas your cousin demanded a third. 

Yes, tell us that! Where were you both all night 

Others ran to the spot, until there was a crowd around 
the carriage. 

Gentlemen,^^ said Carlos, ^^I know what you are talk- 
ing about, but I am innocent 

Oh, yes, of course. But you were not in bed last 
night, as a peaceable citizen should be!^^ 

I went to Knoxtown to a concert 

Yes, he looks like a man that has been to a concert, 
doesnT he?"^ 

Wait till I explain. I returned by the road that passes 
Colonel Conrad^s house, and saw a light in his window. I 
went to see what it meant, and horror-stricken 

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joined in the sagacious exclamations that had come from 
others in the crowd, stepped up and said: 

^^See here, young man, you are excited and agitated. 
But you are not on the witness stand. You 'are not obliged 
to answer any questions or make any explanations here. 
You can see enough to know that the people think you have 
murdered Colonel Conrad. My advice is that you keep 
silent. You will be arrested and examined, and then 
will be time enough to talk. It isn^t best to say too much 
now.^^ 

The man seemed to be moved to compassion at his dis- 
tressed face, and spoke kindly though decisively. 

Thank you, sir, said Carlos. I will act on your 
advice. Where is the officer? I am ready to give myself 
up."^^ 

He leaned back in the carriage seat, folding his arms. 

Some of the crowd grumbled, but the man who had 
spoken reminded them that the street was not a court-room, 
and that there was a manner provided by law for proceed- 
ing in the case. 

At this juncture two policemen approached and jumped 
into the carriage. One of them slipped a pair of handcuffs 
on Carlos, and the other took the reins. They drove to the 
jail, where Carlos was conducted into a cell and locked up, 
and left alone. 

The excitement under which he had labored, and whi^^h 
had subsided into depression, now deepened into intense 
gloom. That his uncle should die immediately after he 
had delivered the message from his father, and before the 
result was made known, was a sufficiently deplorable event. 
The manner in which he had met his death was still more 
terrible. But that Carlos himself should be accused, with 
apparently good reason, of being the murderer, seemed to 
be the culmination of misfort me. He gave way to the 
burden that was cast upon him, and for hours his mind was 
in a hopelessly torpid state. 

He made no reply to the question as to whether he desired 
counsel, and so dead did he seem to everything passing 
around him, that the jailer deemed it best to call in a physi- 
cian. 

Dr. Davison was summoned. He was the tall, keen-eyed 
man that had offered the timely counsel to Carlos when he 
was besieged by the crowd. 


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When he entered the cell the prisoner was apparently un- 
aware of his presence. 

The physician felt of his pulse, looked at his face crit- 
ically, and examined the eyes that refused to direct their 
glance at him. 

He is in a kind of stupor now,^^ he said. His trouble 
has overcome him. I will come again in an hour.^^ 

Toward noon he returned, and gave the prisoner some- 
thing stimulating. Carlos looked up; a flash of intelligence 
passed across his face. 

Ah,^'’ he said, ^‘^you are the gentleman that gave me ad- 
vice this morning. What are you doing here now?^^ 

am a physician,'’'’ replied Dr. Davison. ^^In that 
capacity I am your friend. How do you feel?’^ 

I scarcely know. My head seems confused. I can 
hardly think. '’^ 

But it will be necessary for you to think. You are now 
ill. You have some fever, and are discouraged. But, with 
the help of my medicine and your own resolution, you 
must be aroused. You are resting under a grave charge. 
It is not for me to say whether you are guilty or inno- 
cent 

‘ Before God, I am innocent!'’^ exclaimed Carlos. 
can explain 

Yes; but you must not explain now. Do not say any- 
thing to me. I donT want to have to repeat words in court 
that may damage you. You must employ a lawyer, and a 
good one. Pardon me, but I feel an interest in you. You 
donT look like a ruffian.-’^ 

Thank you. Those few words encourage me. I know 
the evidence that is against me, and it is strong. But it is 
surely impossible for me to be convicted, when I am inno- 
cent. Such a wrong cannot take place. 

Any wrong may take place,'’'’ said the doctor, quietly, 
if no effort is made to stay it. But I have no right to 
talk to you. My duty relates only to your health. You 
will be all right if you will follow my directions. You will 
probably employ a lawyer, and, as the examination will 
take place this afternoon, you had better have a consulta- 
tion as soon as you feel able to endure it. Take one of these 
powders every half-hour. Good-day.-’^ 

Good-day, said Oarlos. ^^l "am greatly obliged to 
you.^^ 


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After Doctor Davison was gone, he meditated for some 
time upon the course he should take. He finally sent for 
the jailer, and inquired the names of the legal profession of 
Dalton. 

‘MVell,^^ said the jailer, ^^there^s Squire Bailey; he^s an 
old one, and been pretty lucky; there’s McDonald, who is 
just busy all the time with civil suits, though I don’t think 
he’s had much to do with criminal cases; and there’s Koyal- 
ton, who, though a young man, has served one term as "dis- 
trict-attorney. He, of course, has had some experience in 
prosecuting, and might know better how to meet the case 
on that account. He is death on badgering a witness and 
can make a jury think almost anything he has a mind to.” 
suppose he stands well in the community?” 

Oh, bless you, yes. One of the leaders of society; goes 
to church regularly; and just now very popular on account 
of taking sides against a railroad company that’s trying to 
cram a pretty big dose down the people’s throats.” 

Well,” said Carlos, ""I think I’ll retain him, if possible. 
Will you be so kind as to send for him?” 

Certainly; can I do anything to make you comfort- 
able?” 

No, thank you. I would like to have Mr. Eoyalton 
come as soon as possible.” 

In less than half an hour the lawyer was conducted into 
the presence of Carlos. The two were left alone. 

Mr. Eoyalton was rather tall, of erect stature, and com- 
manding presence. A dark mustache and fiowing side- 
whiskers graced a face of intelligence and decision. His 
eyes were dauntless and searching in their expression; and 
his whole countenance and general air indicated a man of 
energy and deliberate promptness, so to speak, in pursuing 
any undertaking in which he might be engaged. 

He bowed courteously to Carlos. The latter spoke at 
once: 

My full name,” he said, is Carlos Conrad. And 
yours ” 

The lawyer handed him a printed card, which read as 
follows: 

CHAS. H. EOYALTON, 

Attobney and Counselob at Law, 

Dalton.'' 

I am here under a terrible charge,” said Carlos. 


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^^Yes/^ said Mr. Koyalton. you wish to retain 

me?^^ 

Certainly, if you will consent to act in my behalf. As 
a preliminary, permit me to advance this.*^^ 

He extended a hundred-dollar bill, which Mr. Eoyalton 
accepted, with a bow, 

have a bank account in ISTew York of three thousand 
dollars, on which I can draw in case of necessity, said 
Carlos. 

^^Yery good,^^ said Mr. Eoyalton. And now you must 
state to me, without reserve, all circumstances connected 
with this affair. Whether you are committed for trial or 
not, we must make as good a show as possible at the exam- 
ination. Let me have your perfect confidence. 

Carlos then related to Mr. Eoyalton the arrival of himself 
and Leonard in Dalton, and told every circumstance of their 
stay up to the fatal evening. Of the occurrences associated 
with the murder he gave a detailed account. The lawyer 
listened attentively, and made occasional notes on an en- 
velope he took from his pocket. His countenance did not 
change during the entire recital, and at its close Carlos 
could not discern his thoughts concerning the aspect of the 
case. He meditated for a moment, and then asked: 

What was the nature of the misunderstanding between 
your uncle and your father?^^ 

It was a family matter, replied Carlos, in which 
Geoffrey Haywood was, as I have said, the prime mischief- 
maker.^^ 

Have you any evidence of this?^^ 

^^hTone but that contained in the accounts I left with my 
uncle. 

That is unfortunate. Haywood stands well in Dalton. 

I do not think there will be any necessity of bringing 
it up,^^ said Carlos. It has no bearing on the case. I 
would prefer that it be not mentioned.^" 

^^w;hyr 

First, because it is strictly of a private nature, and, 
now that the brothers are both dead, is of no concern to 
any one. My only errand was to convince my uncle that 
he had no cause for enmity against my father. Whether 
I succeeded in this I do not know, and probably never 
shall. Second, my unsupported word would probably go 
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make the old enmity operate against me. If the matter 
is alluded to at all, the house of the late Colonel Conrad 
ought to be searched, and the documents found and ex- 
hibited in full.^^ 

You may be right,^^ said Mr. Eoyalton. We will 
let that point drop, since you desire it. Where is your 
cousin, Leonard Lester 

I do not know. I supposed that he would return 
from his fishing excursion last evening, but from what 
some one in the crowd said this morning, I infer that 
he did not.^^ 

He ought to be found. His testimony may be 
wanted.'’^ 

On what point? He knew nothing of the murder. 

^^The question might arise as to the character of the 
interview with your uncle — whether there was any quarrel 
or misunderstanding.^^ 

^^IThere was no quarrel, unless 

Unless what?^'’ 

He at first attempted to slander my father, and I used 
some high words, perhaps. But it soon passed over.^^ 

Humph! We will hope that nobody was within hear- 
ing distance !^^ 

Carlos stared a moment, and then a shade passed over his 
face. He saw the force of the lawyer^s remark. 

I have been thinking of one thing, he at length said, 
^‘and that is what the murderer could have wanted of the 
slip of paper I took from my uncle^s hand. It contained 
only the words, ^ seven o^clock,^ which certainly have no 
meaning in themselves. 

^^Have you it here now?^^ 

Yes, here it is.^^ 

The lawyer took it and examined it. 

It is a torn fragment, he said. 

Yes,^^ replied Carlos, ^^and I judge from the envelope 
lying on the table that my uncle must have been writing. 
He was, perhaps, holding an unfinished letter in his hand 
and looking it over. The murderer jerked it hastily, and 
tore it, leaving this piece in his victim^s grasp. How 
whether it contains the finishing words of some information 
conveyed in the larger part, is more than I know. But 
that is the only theory by which I can account for the vil- 
lain^s anxiety to obtain it.^^ 


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The lawyer considered for a moment. Finally he said: 

I will think about it. This point may be worthy of 
special attention. But say nothing about this, or any other 
feature of the case, to any living person. Keep your mouth 
resolutely closed against all ears but mine.''^ 

Carlos promised to observe this caution. 

And now,^^ said Mr. Koyalton, listen. First, for fear 
that my words may discourage you, let me declare my be- 
lief in your innocence, and assure you that not an effort 
shall be left unmade in your behalf. But the case has a 
bad look. Colonel Conrad received thirty thousand dollars 
in gold, yesterday, and that cannot he found. Leonard 
Lester is missing, and people have jumped at the conclu- 
sion that he is your accomplice, and that his fishing excur- 
sion was a ruse, and that he has made off with the gold to 
some point where you intend to join hirn.-’^ 

^^Good Heaven ejaculated Carlos. ^^You do not be- 
lieve this?’^ 

Certainly not. But you see again the importance of 
your cousin being here.-^^ 

Yes. I am at a loss to think what can have delayed 
his return.'’^ 

We will hope that he will appear in due time. And 
now you must put yourself entirely in my hands. You see 
what a coloring circumstantial evidence can give an affair. 
Your own consciousness of innocence will go for naught 
against it. Everything depends on shrewd management and 
careful working. I must now leave you and study over my 
plans. As for yourself, be ready at the examination to fol- 
low whatever course I may indicate. I will now say to you, 
confidentially, that I believe this murder was committed 
with some other object than that of robbery — that there is 
some darh unhnoxcn purpose at the bottom of it. If you 
ask me why, I must decline to tell. Perhaps I could not 
reply in terms sufficiently definite to be satisfactory and con- 
vincing to you.^^ 

leave everything to you,^^ said Carlos. 

That is right. Good-day. 

Good-day. 

After the lawyer was gone, and the stimulus of mental 
occupation no longer remained, Carlos began to feel ill 
again. A languor seized him, followed by a chill, "v^^hich 
was in turn succeeded by a paroxysm of fever. Doctor 


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Davison was again summoned, and on the strength of his 
report of the prisoner's condition, the examination was post- 
poned to the following day. 


CHAPTEE IX. 

GEOFFKEY HAYWOOD^S MOVEMENTS. 

One circumstance*occurred on the morning of the murder 
that might have appeared strange had the excitement that 
prevailed permitted any one^s attention to be directed to it. 

It was the presence of Mr. Geoffrey Haywood in the street 
at an unwontedly early hour. About five o^clock he might 
have been seen standing on the sidewalk in front of his 
store, looking up and down the street. He was not his 
usual composed self. He appeared expectant and anxious. 
He turned to and fro impatiently, and occasionally paced 
the sidewalk in evident agitation. What was he waiting 
for? 

His manifestations of anxiety were instantly suppressed 
as he saw a man approaching him. 

The man was walking rapidly, and was evidently in ex- 
treme agitation. He came from the direction of Elm 
Grove. It was Barker, the servant of Colonel Conrad. 

Mr. Haywood gave no sign of recognition. But a spasm 
of apprehension passed over his face, followed instantly, 
howev^er. by a look of resolution. He continued his pacing 
to and fro. 

Barker hurried up to him. 

Oh, Mr. Haywood he began. 

Ah, good-morning. Barker. I felt unwell during the 
night, and thought a morning walk might do me good. 
What brings you down town at such an early hour?^-^ 

Oh. sir, something terrible has happened at Elm 
Grove 1^^ 

You astonish me. Wliat is it? Is somebody ill?^^ 

^^Much worse than that. Colonel Conrad has been mur- 
dered. 

Whatr 

Mr. Haywood^s astonishment was genuine. His face 
blanched with horror. 


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We found him dead in his study, with an awful cut in 
his neck.-"^ 

Barker, you terrify me. Tell me all about it. How 
did it happen 

^‘No one knows how it happened, sir. It was done in the 
dead of night. Miss Florence is fairly wild, and the two 
women-servants are nearly frightened to death. I called in 
Tom to stay with them, while I ran down town. It^s lucky, 
sir, that I happened to meet you.^^ 

Well, well, it is awful. I am nearly overcome. Find 
some officers, quick, and I will go up to the house. 

Yes, sir. I think youM better go there as quick as you 
can. 1^11 find the officers, and will go to the hotel and rouse 
the two young men — his nephews — who came to see him 
yesterday.'’^ 

^^No, no, do not — but I donT know — yes, you may call 
them. And do not lose any time.^^ 

Barker and Haywood separated, each walking as fast as 
his footsteps could carry him. 

Haywood found the household at Elm Grove 'plunged in 
woe. Florence Darley was hovering about the fatal room, 
alternately half entering and recoiling again. When she 
beheld Haywood she pointed to where the body of Colonel 
Conrad reclined, and then sank into a chair and covered 
her face with her hands, giving way to violent weeping. 

Haywood spoke some words of sympathy in a low tone, 
and hastily entered the study of the late master of Elm 
Grove. The corpse still sat in the chair, leaning over the 
table. No one had disturbed it. Haywood took careful 
note of its position and surroundings, and then called Tom, 
the stable-keeper whom Barker had mentioned, bidding 
him also observe closely the situation of things. The two 
together then lifted the body and placed it on a couch, and, 
obtaining a sheet, cot Bred it. They were careful not to 
change the position of any article of furniture. 

They then left the room^ closing the door after them, and 
went into the hall where Florence still remained. 

Haywood was composed and cool, and had assumed his 
usual unruffied manner. Tom was silent, though his breath 
came short and tremulously, and his rough face exhibited 
grief. He stood ready to render any service that might be 
required. 

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But we must be calm. It is scarcely possible that we will 
not discover the perpetrator of this deed. Officers will be 
here soon, and they will decide upon the proper course of 
investigation. I entreat you not to give way to your feel- 
ings. This violent sobbing will injure you, and perhaps 
interfere with your being of some service. I will remain 
here until the officers arrive.'’^ 

He walked through the hall, and out on the piazza, where 
he took a seat on a rustic chair. He sat perfectly still, and 
seemed to be lost in meditation. So absorbed was he that 
he did not notice the approach of Tom, who also came out 
and stood near him. When, at length, on looking around, 
he discovered him, he gave a start, and his brow ruffled into 
a scowl. But he repressed a rising exclamation, and rose 
and walked to the other end of the piazza. 

In a few moments Barker arrived, accompanied by two 
officers and a coroner. The coroner was Doctor Davison, 
the physician who, later in the day, paid the professional 
visit to Carlos. 

Haywood rose to meet bim. 

Your arrival is welcome, gentlemen,^^ he said, though 
on such sad business. Where are the two young men. 
Barker?"^ 

They couldnT be found, sir. They left town yester- 
day, and have not returned."’^ 

Did you go to the hotel 

Yes — they have not been seen there.^^ 

Haywood mused, but kept his thoughts to himself. 

What sort of young men were they?^^ asked one of the 
officers. 

They were strangers to me,^^ replied Haywood. I 
believe they claimed to be nephews of Colonel Conrad. 

Well it looks mighty queer. A horse and carriage that 
one of them hired yesterday was found standing by the door 
of the liveiy-stable this morning. 

' Indeed! How did you ascertain that?^^ 

I passed by the stable coming up, and the hired man 
told me.'’^ 

^^Um-m — doesnT that look suspicious?^^ 

^^Howr 

Oh, never mind. I don't wish to bring any accusation 
against them, but a thought happened to pass through my 
jnind.^^ 


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He looked at the officer significantly, and then turned 
away suddenly, as if dismissing the matter. 

But the shadow of a hint was not without its effect. The 
officer nodded his head knowingly. 

I now propose, said Haywood, ^That you three gentle- 
men remain here and take charge of the premises, and, with 
the aid of Barker and Tom, look around and see if any evi- 
dence or clew can be discovered. I will go down town. 
Tom, can you let me have a horse and buggy from the barn? 
I am not feeling well this morning.'’^ 

The stable-keeper assented, and Mr. Haywood, as soon as 
the conveyance was ready, drove in the direction of the 
village. 

On arriving in the business streets, he met the express 
driver, with his horse and wagon, on his way to the depot to 
catch the early train. Others were also moving about, for 
the news had spread rapidly. Through the hotel it had 
gone like wild-fire; and in numerous residences, servants, 
up and about their morning duties, had heard the intel- 
ligence and communicated it to the inmates. Consequently, 
there were perhaps fifty people up and on the alert, all in a 
state of excitement, and inquiring eagerly for the particu- 
lars of the tragedy. 

The express driver stopped and accosted Haywood, who 
also reined in his horse. A knot of men instantly gathered 
around them. 

In reply to an avalanche of questions, Mr. Haywood re- 
plied to the crowd in general: 

^ Yes, it is true. Colonel Conrad was murdered last 
night.^ His dead body was found this morning. That is all 
there is of it at present. Nothing whatever is known as to 
how or by whom the deed was committed. 

Is any of his gold missing ?^^ asked the express driver. 

^^No investigation or search has been made yet.^^ 
delivered one of those boxes yesterday. 

A box of gold?^^ 

Yes; said to contain thirty thousand dollars.’^ 

AhP said Haywood. Perhaps some one saw you de- 
liver it, and was tempted to commit burglary. 

I donT know of but one person that took particular 
notice of my delivering it, and that was one of the young 
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been stopping at the hotel. He was riding by the house at 
the time, and we exchanged a few words about it.’^ 

^^What was said?'^ 

‘‘ Oh, nothing in particular. He remarked, as he drove 
on, that it was too much good fortune for one man, or some 
such words.'^^ 

Then he knew that the box contained gold?^^ 

Oh, yes; I told him. The colonel, you know, made no 
secret of receiving such packages.’^ 

Mr. Haywood knit his brow, and said, as if speaking half 
to himself: 

That is another singular circumstance.^^ 

What?^^ asked some one in the crowd. 

Why, it seems that this young man knew of the pres- 
ence of the gold in the house, and he cannot be found this 
morning. His companion (they claimed to be cousins) is 
also missing, and a horse and buggy that he hired yesterday 
were found before daylight this morning standing in front 
of the livery-stable.^^ 

^^HaT exclaimed one. ^^It would be well to watch for 
these young men, and make them give an account of their 
movements.’^ 

This sentiment found instant echo in the crowd, and was 
immediately taken up as the burden of their discussions. 

Geolfrey Haywood's solemn expression of countenance 
gave way, for a mere instant, to a look of satisfaction. But 
he said, with a sigh: 

Well, gentlemen,. I must be moving on. I have enough 
on my hands this morning. The affair must be probed to 
the bottom." 

As he drove away, one of the listeners said: 

It's lucky that the Conrads have such a man as Hay- 
wood for their friend. He’ll sift the thing." 

Mr. Haywood's prowess, and his ability to carry through 
whatever he undertook, were themes of remark and admi- 
ration by numbers of his fellow-citizens. 

After leaving the crowd he turned from the main thorough- 
fare to a street on the left, then to the left again, and finally 
to the right. He was now on the same street through which 
Carlos had taken his mad ride in the storm. Looking cau- 
tiously around, he muttered to himself: 

Things have taken an unexpectedly fortunate turn. If 
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will be a most effectual mode of getting them out of my 
way.^^ 

Then he urged his horse along rapidly, and, after more 
turns in the road, brought up at the residence of Mr. Jacob 
HeatO — the place where Carlos had so unwillingly staid in 
the darkness. 

Mr. Heath was engaged in some occupation in the back 
yard, but came around to the front as the carriage stopped. 
He stared at his visitor in surprise. 

Good-morning, Jake,^^ said Mr. Haywood. 

Good-morning,^^ replied the one addressed, with a look 
of curiosity. 

Mr. Haywood, without further ceremony, asked a most 
singular question: 

Have you seen Snags 

replied the other, with a start. 

At this juncture Kate Heath appeared at the door. 

The conversation between her father and Haywood 
was therefore carried on in whispers. It lasted some ten 
minutes. 

Finally Haywood said, in a loud voice, with the evident 
intention that it should be heard by Kate: 

Well, get the sheep all washed as soon as you can, for 
we want to shear and get the wool in market before the 
prices drop.^^ 

He then drove off at a furious speed. 

Hid you tell him about the stranger that stopped with 
us during the night asked Kate. 

^^None of your business, girl! You shouldnT ask ques- 
tions that don't concern you." 


CHAPTER X. 

THE PKISOKER HIS CAPTORS. 

Leonard Lester had no means of knowing when morning 
arrived, save by consulting his watch. The light of day 
could not penetrate into that dismal place. The hours of 
six, seven, and eight o'clock came, and a lantern that 
Snags had left shed its feeble rays with dim steadiness. 
Leonard grew weary and impatient, but still his oppor- 


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tunity for meditation was uninterrupted. He chafed under 
his confinement, and was oppressed by the utter silence and 
loneliness that reigned. But he had only to wait. 

He knew that Colonel Conrad had been murdered; he 
was conscious that the circumstances were likely to involve 
Carlos in some way; but of the exact form or extent of the 
danger that threatened his cousin, he was ignorant. He 
longed to be free, so as to offer him aid. 

Could he have seen and foreseen all that was taking and 
was destined to take place, he would have blessed the stars 
that made him a prisoner. 

About the middle of the forenoon he heard a noise at the 
door. It was soon opened, and a frowzy-looking man en- 
tered. He was short, thickset, with uncombed hair and 
beard, and blear eyes. His face was infinitely more fero- 
cious and devilish in its expression than that of Snags. He 
was dressed in common, rough garments, and was armed 
with a pistol and a knife. The door was closed after him, 
and, advancing, he scrutinized the prisoner. 

Captain Jeremiah Koake, at your service/^ he finally 
said. Your name?’"’ 

Leonard Lester, replied the prisoner. 

Correct. Now we know each other. My stay must be 
short, for I come simply to ask you a question. What is it 
about this infernal piece of paper that Snags has been 
blowing about 

‘^1 don’t know,^^ said Leonard. What are you talking 
about 

Snags must have asked you for it. Tell me what he 
said.’^ 

have nothing to tell. What do you suppose I know 
about it? You are aware that Snags captured the wrong 
man when he took me. Find the right one, and seek the 
information of him.^^ 

I believe that you are lying — that vou know more than 
you will tell.-’^ 

I can’t help what you believe. Search me, if you wish, 
and see if you can find anything you want.” 

Eoake paused, apparently, in doubt what course to pur- 
sue. At last he said: 

‘^Well, your cousin has been arrested. The whole town 
thinks him guilty of murdering Colonel Conrad. He is to 
be examined, and then he will probably show it.” 


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Show what 

The paper, if he has any/^ 

Very well, let him. I don’t see what harm can come 
to him, or what good to you, by his showing any paper he 
is likely to have. At all events, you will not gain anything 
by bothering me about it.” 

Leonard was not in the slightest degree disposed to violate 
the promise he had given to Snags. He did not care to have 
Eoake know that the fragment supposed to be in the posses- 
sion of Carlos was of any value. But Roake’s words awoke 
in him a feeling of concern. 

If what Snags had said was true, then indeed would 
the murderer have just the information he wanted in the 
event of Carlos making public the contents of the missing 
fragment. 

At that instant he wondered if he could not convey a 
caution to Carlos in some way. But he did not betray 
these thoughts to Roake. Despite the fact that his brain 
was suddenly beset by a new train of reflection, he main- 
tained his indifferent air. 

Roake Anally turned to go saying: 

If he does show it. I’ll know what there is of it. I read 
the papers.” 

Leonard called him back. 

I should like to get a message to my cousin, in some 
way. I’ll give you ten dollars if you will have it de- 
livered.” 

‘^Ten dollars!” contemptuously. That’s nothing to 
me, young man. I made a haul of a thousand last night. 
Ho, you shall send no message to him!” 

Roake refused to listen to the urgent appeal that Leonard 
was about to make, but went from the apartment quickly 
and left the prisoner alone. 

This affair grows in mystery,” thought Leonard. 
^ Where am I, and who are these ruffians to whom intel- 
ligence of the arrest of Carlos comes so quickly? There must 
be some secret villainy going on right under the very 
shadows of orderly society. I’ll And oi I all I can about it.” 

He then reflected long and intently, striving to devise 
some plan of conveying a message to Carlos. That his cap- 
tors could serve him in this way, if they chose, he was con- 
vinced. It was evident that they had some means of quick 
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have learned that Carlos had been taken into custody? But 
he was equally sure that they would not permit him to send 
any message that would expose or implicate themselves, or 
put Carlos on his guard. Still he was powerless without 
their aid, and must contrive some way to bribe or deceive 
them. The former, he felt would be impossible; the latter 
might be accomplished. 

In the midst of his thoughts the door was again opened, 
and Koake thrust in a plate of food and a can of water. 
This done, he quickly withdrew and closed the door. 

The sight of the food reminded Leonard that he was 
hungry, though his occupation of mind had prevented him 
from thinking of it before. He ate of the coarse fare, and 
afterward took a cigar from his pocket and lit it. 

He felt refreshed and strengthened, and his mind became 
more clear and active. Eeclining on the pile of rough bed- 
clothes which lay in one corner of the apartment, he smoked 
and pondered. 

At length his countenance was illumined by a sudden 
thought. 

have it!^^ he exclaimed. 

He forthwith took a number of letters from his pocket. 
A few were from Europe, his business relations having led 
him to engage in foreign correspondence, and were written 
in the German language. He selected one which occupied 
about two pages and a half. 

Then, taking a gold pen and a portable inkstand from 
another pocket, he composed himself to write. He re- 
flected for some moments before beginning, for he wished 
to comprise as much intelligence as possible within a few 
words. 

Having arranged his thoughts into satisfactory shape, he 
began. First erasing the signature of the letter, he wrote 
an apparent continuation, in the German language, on the 
lower blank half of the third page. To this he appended 
another signature, so that the letter looked, in its new form, 
like a complete whole. 

So far so good,^^ he murmured; ^^and now for a visit 
from Snags. It wonT do to approach Eoake. Snags, if 
anybody, will do the S7naJl favor I shall ask.^^ 

The day wore wearily on. There was absolutely nothing 
to relieve the tedium of the passing hours. Leonard alter- 
nately walked, lay down, endeavored to sleep, and examined 


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his prison. He fumed in impotent irritation at the sense 
of confinement. 

Not until the day was gone, and the hands of his watch 
indicated the hour of nine in the evening, was he disturbed 
again. 

This time his hopes were realized. Snags was his visitor. 

Have you heard anything more from Carlos asked 
Leonard, eagerly. 

Snags smiled. 

You seem mighty anxious about him,^^ he said. 

Of course I am. Tell me all you know.^^ 

Oh, I know enough. I have heard several things. 
Some of them might not please you, though.^^ 

Never mind. Go on.^^ 

^MVell,^^ said Snags, ^^he's in jail, and will be tried to- 
morrow. Everybody is aroused against him, and if he^s let 
off the people would lynch him; at least that^s the talk 
among some. But it isiiT likely that hefil be let off. An- 
other thing, people have got it into their heads that you 
were his pal in the murder, which w^as done for burglary, 
and that you made off with the spoils, and that he knows 
where you are.'’^ 

What consummate absurdity. 

^^Oh, no. Things look that way. The evidence will 
show that it’s not unlikely. I don’t know but that it w^ould 
be a good plan to take you out of here and drop you some- 
where where you’d be sure to be caught, and then both of 
you would go to prison, or something worse.” 

‘^^No,” said Lester, ^^that wouldn’t work. I was at 
Eocky Beach until one o’clock in the morning. The man 
that attends to the boats could testify to that.” 

Rocky Beachl” exclaimed Snags, with a peculiar look 
of surprise. Then he added: But the man that ’tends 

the boats is deaf and dumb. He’d be a nice one to testify.” 

So I observed. But he could write his testimony.” 

How do you know.^” 
suppose he can write.” 

Well, perhaps he can,” said Snags, with a furtive 
smile. 

But canH he?” 

^^What do you suppose I know about him?” Then, 
changing his tone. Snags said: But there’s no use in talk- 
ing about that. I guess, after all, we will keep you here 


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for a while. By the way, your cousin has engaged a good 
lawyer. 

Whor 

^^Koyalton — Charles H. KoyaHon — a mighty sharp fel- 
low, they say. If there is any loop-hole, he^ll pull him 
through. But I don't think there is any." 

You don't?" 

^^No; the case is strong against him." 

^^See here, Mr. Snags," said Leonard, would like to 
know how you keep so well posted about matters in Dalton. 
I shouldn't think you would dare show yourself there." 

^^Why not? Perhaps I don't — but never you mind. 
You mustn't be too curious." 

There was a lull in the conversation. 

Leonard now made up his mind that the time had come 
to make his appeal. 

Snags," he said, earnestly, *^1 want you to do a favor 
for me — two favors, in fact. It is intolerably dull in here. 
I want something to occupy my mind. Can't you bring 
me a newspaper once in a while? Bring me the papers 
containing accounts of the trial. I should like to read 
about it. I’ll pay you well." 

I don't know but I might do that," replied Snaggs. 

Yes, I will." 

Thank you. And now another thing. My cousin is a 
nervous young fellow, easily discouraged, and all that. 
Won't you take a message to him from me?"’ 

Snags' countenance instantly assumed a forbidding look. 

Not much of a message," continued Leonard, ungently. 
^‘^only a few words. You may see me write them." 

Snags hesitated. 

Nothing that can do you any harm or afford a hint as 
to where I am." 

What do you want to send it for, then?" 

Only to let him know that I am alive. That might do 
him some good." 

Well," said Snags, slowly and doubtfully, ^^let me see 
what you want to write." 

Leonard drew the letters from his pocket, and, selecting 
one, apparently at random, tore oft‘ a piece, one side of 
which was blank. It is needless to say that it was the por- 
tion on which he had previously written his message in 
German. 


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This old letter is of no use/’ he said, crumpling the 
other half in his hand and throwing it on the floor. 

Snags picked it up, and glanced at it idly. He saw it 
was in a language he did not understand. 

Dutch?” he asked. 

Yes,” replied Leonard am, or was, connected with 
an importing house in New York.” 

Queer writing, isn’t it?” 

Yes,” replied Leonard. 

He was apparently absorbed in preparing his message, but 
he was really in the utmost trepidation lest his ruse should 
be detected. 

But Snags had no suspicions. He threw the portion of 
the letter on the floor again, and waited patiently. 

The following was what Leonard submitted to him: 

am a prisoner, but unharmed. I have learned of 
your situation, and pray that you may be safely delivered 
from it. Do not concern yourself about me. I am guarded 
closely, but treated well enough. I am helpless to serve 
you. L. L.” 

Snags read it carefully. 

I don’t see anything objectionable about that,” he said. 
He gave a cursory glance at the other side, and saw that it 
was covered with German characters. Yes, I’ll deliver it, 
or see it delivered. Perhaps I had better put it in the post- 
office. I could do it secretly, and no one would know 
where it came from.” 

If you do that, direct it like this: ^ To Carlos Conrad, 
or his attorney, Charles H. Koyalton.’ Then it will be sure 
to reach its destination.” 

Yes.” 

And do it as soon as possible.” 
will.” 

Thanks. And now take this.” 

He extended to Snags a flve-dollar gold piece, which was 
accepted. 

Mind,” said Snags, ^^that you don’t say anything of 
this to Eoake. I know it can’t hurt us any, but he’s as 
contrary as a mule.” 

I’ll be silent,” said Leonard. 

Here’s some more victuals,” said Snags, producing a 


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slice of cold meat and a loaf of bread; ^^and something to 
cheer you up/^ drawing from his pocket a bottle of wine. 

Thank you. Snags; you're very kind. You will lose 
nothing by it." 

Snags opened the door to leave; but, before withdrawing, 
he turned his head and said, in a low tone: 

See here, Mr. Lester, the colonel is the first man I ever 
stuck, and I'm blamed if I ain't kept awake nights think- 
ing about it." 

In another instant he was gone. 


CHAPTER XI. 

THE EXAMIHATIOH. 

Geoffrey Haywood, as has been seen, had been quick to 
seize upon circumstances, and to take advantage of them 
by judiciously dropping remarks that directed the excite- 
ment against Carlos Conrad. Perhaps the circumstances 
themselves would have been sufficient to do this; but his 
well-timed though brief comments had given aid in that 
direction. 

The examination was set down for Friday morning at ten 
o'clock, and long before the appointed hour the street in 
front of Justice Bean's office was crowded with people eager 
to be witnesses of the proceedings. 

About half -past nine Mr. Royalton visited Carlos in his 
cell. 

As soon as they were left alone, the lawyer said: 

I have a letter for you." 

^ A letter!" 

’ Yes. As it was directed to ^Carlos Conrad," or his at- 
torney, I opened it." 

Carlos regarded the speaker intently. It was evident 
from his manner that he had something of importance to 
communicate." 

The letter is from your cousin. It is very brief." 

He handed it to Carlos, who read it eagerly. 

He is a prisoner, but unharmed. He is safe, but can- 
not help me. Oh, where can he be?" 

That is more than I can even conjecture. There is some 


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mystery about it. I cannot help thinking it is connected 
in some way with the murder. 

How can he have found out about the murder and my 
arrest? He cannot be very far away.^^ 

It is all a riddle.'’^ 

Carlos read the few words again. He turned the paper 
over. 

It was written on the back of one of his old German 
letters. But hold! Here is something more 
^^Morer 

Yes — see! the signature is erased^ and Leonard has writ- 
ten something in German P 

Mr. Eoyalton gave close attention. 

Carlos translated the words into English as fast as he 
read them. Their sojourn in Europe had made the Ger- 
man language as familiar to the cousins as their own 
tongue. 

This is what. Leonard says: ^ I have hit on a stratagem, 
which you will at once perceive, to give you a Avarning. 
Do not show the paper you took from Colonel Conrad^s 
hands. It will give the murderer information which he de- 
sires above all things to possess. Do not let the paper ap- 
pear in the testimony.^ 

^^Well, well! This is a startling phase of atfairs/^ said 
Mr. Eoyalton. It confirms my idea though, that the 
murderer of your cousin has a hand in the non-appearance 
of Leonard. 

Yes,^^ replied Carlos, but it makes the mystery more 
incomprehensible than ever. How dark everything looks. 

One thing is settled,^^ said Mr. Eoyalton. ‘^The ex- 
istence of the paper must be kept secret. It is difficult to 
determine whether its exhibition would work for or against 
you at the examination. But this note makes our course 
plain. It shall not be shown unless future developments 
seem to make it desirable. It is now locked up in my pri- 
vate safe.'^^ 

The hour of ten had J)y this time nearly arrived, and the 
prisoner and his lawyer made preparations to attend the ex- 
amination. 

Two officers soon entered. One of them handcuffed his 
left wrist to Carlos^ right, and led him from his cell into 
the main hall. The other walked behind with Mr. Eoyal- 


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ton, and in this order they marched to a carriage which was 
waiting outside the jail door. 

A restless, noisy crowd hustled around the little proces- 
sion as soon as it reached the open air. The policeman be- 
hind warned the people off, but not before a small slip of 
paper was thrust into Carlos'’ hand by some unknown per- 
son. Carlos grasped it instinctively, and looked quickly up 
in surprise. No one had seen the action. He himself was 
ignorant of who had done it. He looked at the paper fur- 
tively. It contained only these words: 

^^Look for help. It will come.'” 

Another message fro tn Leonard?” he thought. And he 
marveled greatly. 

By this time they had reached the carriage, and all 
stepped in. 

As they were driven rapidly to the justice's office, a noisy 
throng of old and young followed, some running, and many 
talking busily. 

Having reached their destination, they proceeded up a 
flight of stairs to the office of Justice Bean. It was a room 
capable of containing not more than fifty persons, and was 
filled in a moment. 

Watching his chance, Carlos secretly slipped the message 
he had received into Mr. Eoyalton^s hand. 

All were quickly arranged in their proper positions. Pend- 
ing the actual commencement of proceedings, Mr. Koyalton 
occupied himself apparently with consulting some memo- 
randa. But Carlos . saw him read the message he had re- 
ceived from the unknown hand, and watched to see what 
effect its perusal would have upon him. It had this effect: 
Mr. Royal ton scowled, and tore the paper into minute frag- 
ments, letting them fall on the floor. 

The justice rapped on his table. Order and attention 
were at once secured. After going through the usual pre- 
liminaries, the examination of witnesses began. 

Barker, the servant at Elm Grove, was first called, and 
testified as follows: 

My name is Miles Barker. I am a servant employed at 
Elm Grove, the residence of the late Colonel Conrad. Yes- 
terday morning I got up about five o'^clock, to build the 
kitchen fire, and do some other chores. I went into the 
garden for something, and noticed that the blinds and win- 
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could be doing so early in the morning, I took a turn around 
that way. I looked in the window and saw him sitting in 
his chair with his head leaning over on the table. I thought, 
perhaps, he had fallen asleep there, while writing the even- 
ing before, and went close to the window. I saw some 
blood on the floor, and jumped in. I then found that he 
was dead. I roused the rest of the house, and then ran 
down the street to find Mr. Haywood. I found him in front 
of his store, and told him about it. He went up to the 
house, and I went to find some officers, and the two young 
men — the prisoner here, and his cousin. Did not find the 
young men, but found the officers, and went back to the 
house with them.^^ 

Cross-Examined ly the Prosecution, 

I first saw the prisoner on Tuesday last. He called with 
another young gentleman to see Colonel Conrad.'’^ 

Did Colonel Conrad see them?^^ 

Yes; they went to his study. The door was shut.^^ 
^^Did you near anything that was said?^^ 

'No, not any words. Once, when I passed through the 
hall, I heard some loud talking. 

Did it sound like a quarrel 

There might have been some disagreement. I should 
judge there was. Could not say for certain. 

How long did the young men stay?’^ 

I did not take particular notice of the time. Perhaps 
an hour; perhaps more."^^ 

^^Did they call again 

Yes, next day; but the colonel was busy, and refused to 
see them.^^ 

That is sufficient. 

Cross-Examination hy the Defense, 

Why did the fact that the windows and blinds were 
open yesterday morning excite your curiosity 

Because Colonel Conrad is always particular to have 
everything closed securely before going to bed.^^ 

Did you see him the night before?^’ 

Yes; I took a glass of water to him in his study about 
nine oYlock.^^ 

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^^Writing.^^ 

Did you see him after that?^^ 

I went to bed soon after. 

Were you disturbed by any noise during the night 

^‘'No; I sleep in a room up stairs on the other side of the 
house. 

After the interview with Colonel Conrad on Tuesday, 
did the prisoner and his cousin show any signs of excite- 
ment?^^ 

^^Not that I could see.^^ 

^MVas there anything in their actions, or in those of 
Colonel Conrad afterward, to lead you to think that they 
had quarreled.?''^ 

No, I canT say that there was.-^^ 

^^Did any one else call on Tuesday 
Yes; Mr. Haywood called, but the colonel did not see 
him. He was very busy, and — not to speak ill of the dead 
— quite snappish. 

^^Then he refused to see Mr. Haywood 
Yes; but the next day Mr. Haywood called again, and 
this time the colonel saw him. It was when the two young 
men were there. They were in the parlor, talking with 
Miss Florence. This was on Wednesday.'’^ 

You know nothing that passed between Colonel Con- 
rad and Mr. Haywood ?^^ 

^^No; they were in the study, and I went out of doors, 
in the garden. 

^^Do you know anything about the box of gold that 
Colonel Conrad received on Wednesday 

^^No. He had it taken into his study, and afterward 
went in himself and locked the door. That is the way he 
always does.^^ 

Where does Colonel Conrad keep his gold?^^ 

donT know. Perhaps in his desk. It is always 
locked. Sometimes he goes to the bank. Maybe he de- 
posits it there. 

^^How do you know he keeps the desk locked?^^ 

^^I have been in the study often, and have never seen it 
open except when he was sitting at it. Before leaving, he 
always shuts it and turns the key.'’^ 

Numerous other questions elicited nothing further of im- 
portance, and Barker was dismissed. 

Thomas Mullen was called, and testified as follows: 


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I am employed as stable-keeper at Elm Grove. I went 
to bed as usual Wednesday night in my room in the barn. 
About one o^'clock in the morning I awoke, and thought I 
heard a noise in the yard. I thought nothing of it, as the 
dog made no fuss. He is a good watch-dog, and doesn^t 
allow any one to prowl around. Soon after 1 heard another 
noise, and got up and looked out of the window. I saw 
two men run across the yard and into the road. I thought 
they were some chaps stealing melons, or something of that 
sort, and, as they had a good start, I did not give chase. I 
thought it strange that the dog made no alarm, but con- 
cluded he must have wandered into the orchard the other 
side of the house. Then I heard the rattling of a buggy 
down the road. I did not get up, and knew nothing of the 
murder until Barker awoke me in the morning. He told- 
me about it just as he has told you. We- found the dog 
lying dead on the ground. He had been poisoned. 

George Johnson, policeman, was sworn, and testified that 
on the morning the murder was discovered he made an ex- 
amination of the premises. He found nothing out of the 
way, and made but one discovery of importance. That 
was a strap tied to the hitching-post on the road-side. The 
strap had been cut, and was dangling to the post. 

The livery-keeper testified that the cousins had hired 
horses of him on Wednesday, and that one of the horses was 
found, without a driver, standing by the stable door the 
next morning. It was the one hired by the companion of the 
prisoner. The horses that Carlos had borrowed, and with 
which he had returned on Thursday morning, showed signs 
of having had a hard drive. The hitching-strap was cut, 
and hanging to the bit. 

The portion that the policeman had found tied to the 
post, and that which remained attached to the horse, were 
produced, and were found to match exactly. 

This portion of the evidence told strongly against Carlos. 
A buzz went through the room, and there were whispers 
that this settled the fact of his guilt. The justice rapped 
for order. 

Witnesses were next examined regarding the unaccount- 
able absence of Leonard, but no light was thrown on the 
subject. His note, stating that he was a prisoner, was ex- 
hibited, and, after a copy of it was made, it was returned 
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was rather damaging than otherwise to the prisoner’s case. 
Nothing could be learned as to who put it in the post- 
office. 

Myers, the other policeman, testified that he, in company 
with Mr. Haywood and Florence Harley, had made a thor- 
ough examination of Colonel Conrad’s study, as well as of 
the whole house, and that no money could be found. In 
the colonel’s private desk were nothing but papers and doc- 
uments of no particular value. 

Florence Harley confirmed this; and also testified that 
during the night she had heard the sound of a buggy in the 
road, but had thought nothing of it. 

Mr. Haywood also confirmed Myers’ statement; and testi- 
fied also that, during his interviews with Colonel Conrad on 
Wednesday, the colonel had alluded to the two young men, 
expressing his opinion that they were impostors, and that 
he feared their errand boded no good to him. 

This testimony was the subject of close cross-questioning 
by both the prosecuting and defending attorneys, but Mr. 
Haywood could say nothing more definite, nor could he 
be drawn into making any inconsistent replies. Having 
thus perjured himself, he took his seat with an air of 
relief. 

The cashier of the bank swore that Colonel Conrad had 
made no deposit for more than a month past. 

After all the witnesses were examined, Carlos was invited 
to make his statement, which he did briefly, relating every- 
thing in detail as it had occurred except the matter of the 
paper containing the words seven o’clock.” This he 
omitted, for reasons already known. 

The summing up of the attorneys was short. The coun- 
sel for the prosecution analyzed Carlos’ statement, charac- 
terizing it as absurd, and reviewed the evidence carefully, 
making out a strong case against the prisoner. His 
eloquent portrayal of the terrible crime of murdering in 
cold blood a well-known and respected citizen need not be 
reproduced. 

Mr. Koyalton simply said that he would omit reviewing 
the evidence at present. He had no hope, and scarcely any 
desire^ to have the prisoner discharged. He expected that 
his client would be held to await trial at the next general 
term, and he •believed that at that time evidence would be 
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could not be submitted in a complete form now; more time 
was required to make desired investigations. His client de- 
clined to be examined, and was ready to submit to the deci- 
sion of the court. But he warned the people against al- 
lowing their prejudices to get the better of their judgment 
—not to render a verdict, even in their secret thoughts, until 
a fair, full, and complete trial could be had. 

^^For then,^^ he concluded, revelations may be made 
that will surprise all of us. Instead of wrath there may be 
sympathy, and the prisoner before you instead of receiving 
your condemnation, may be proved innocent, and not only 
innocent, but the victim of a foul conspiracy.'’^ 

Mr. Eoyalton^s effort was evidently a disappointment to 
many. A powerful appeal in behalf of the prisoner had 
been looked for — a speech abounding in eloquence and 
flights of oratory. Numerous precedents had led to this ex- 
pectation. It was evident, however, to a close observer, 
that Mr. Eoyalton^s course was not inspired by discourage- 
ment, or a consciousness of weakness; yet his face was ab- 
solutely unreadable, save that there was an expression in it 
that told of determination, stern purpose, and a cool confi- 
dence in his resources. 

The verdict of the court was that Carlos be committed to 
appear before the grand jury. 

It was now after seven o^clock in the evening and Carlos 
was to be taken to Hillsdale on the night train. It must 
be mentioned that Dalton was not the county seat, and 
that the stone jail at Hillsdale was a much more secure re- 
ceptacle for prisoners than the small lock-up^’ at Dalton. 
So, in accordance with the law, he was to be immediately 
placed in the county jail at Hillsdale. 

His own feelings had undergone no particular change. 
He was cast down, more by a sense of disgrace than any- 
thing else. He felt no particular terror; the blind confi- 
dence of innocence led him to believe that he would even- 
tually be acquitted. 

When he was conducted -from the justice's office to the 
jail again, a noisy, disorderly crowd followed; and when, 
two hours later, he proceeded to the railroad depot, hand- 
cuffed to the officer, another throng was in attendance. At 
the depot it was larger than ever, so that the officer and his 
prisoner had some difficulty in making their way to the 
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Here another strange and unlocked for circumstance oc- 
curred. An unseen hand was thrust quickly into the side 
pocket of Carlos’ coat, and instantly withdrawn. Carlos 
felt by the weight that something had been left in the 
pocket. 

This time he was on his guard. He manifested no sur- 
prise, but looked deliberately and searchingly around. His 
scrutiny failed to discover the perpetrator of the act. 

And now the brief message promising aid came to his 
mind with startling suggestiveness. Was a plot in progress 
to effect his escape? With outward coolness and with in- 
ward burning impatience, he waited and watched. 


CHAPTER XII. 

THE HEW YORK DETECTIVE. 

The ten or fifteen minutes that elapsed before the train 
passed the station at Dalton, were occupied by the assem- 
blage at the depot in talking about the murder and the 
prisoner. 

Carlos felt himself the object of scrutiny and remark. 
He bore the ordeal as best he could, averting his eyes from 
the staring, chattering crowd. 

There was one stranger present — a maji rather below the 
medium size, with a black niustache, and wearing a light- 
colored business suit. In appearance he was gentlemanly 
and unobtrusive. Yet, notwithstanding his rather retiring 
manner, he managed to get into conversation with the 
officer who had Carlos in charge. After some introductory 
remarks he said: 

I am a little in your line myself.’’ 

Is that so? How?” asked the officer. 

I am connected with the ISTew York detective service,” 
and he lifted the lapel of his vest, thus disclosing a glisten- 
ing police shield underneath. 

Ah! Are you working up a case here?” 

^^Oh, no! I wouldn’t let my occupation be known if I 
was. I am off duty, and thought I would run up and take 
the country air for a few days.” 

Yes? Well, you’ll find Dalton a very pleasant stopping- 
place.” 


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I should judge. You people here have managed 
this case very well. ’’ 

^^The murder of Colonel Conrad, you mean?^^ 

Yes. There is not a doubt that the prisoner is guilty. 
Excuse me, my dear fellow''" — to Carlos — ‘^for speaking 
so plainly, but I can see it in your eye. Can"t you?"" — to 
the officer. 

Yes, indeed! I said so all along."" 

Officer George Johnson was flattered at the idea of hold- 
ing converse with one so high up in the business as to have 
reached the station of a New York detective. He began to 
swell with gratified vanity. 

It seems to me Eve seen the prisoner before. You 
know we detectives get to be pretty familiar with faces of 
most of the rascals in the country?""" 

^^'Yes, I suppose so,"" replied Mr. Johnson. 

I beg your pardon,"" said Carlos. You cannot be very 
familiar with my face. I have been in the country only a 
short time -"" 

You keep your mouth still,"" commanded the officer. 

Oh, let him talk,"" said the detective, pleasantly. It"s 
amusing to hear the stories these fellows will make up. But 
you know we take them for what they are worth."" 

Certainly/" assented Mr. Johnson, with a wise look. 

^^Let"s go and take something before the train comes 
along,"" said the detective. Just one glass, you know, for 
good-fellowship."" 

I"ra not particular,"" said the officer. 

Will you join us, gentlemen,"" said the detective, turn- 
ing to four or five of the bystanders. 

They were willing enough, and all entered a room adjoin- 
ing the depot, and stepped up to a bar. 

Glasses and bottles were set on the counter. 

The detective filled a glass, looked at the liquor critically, 
and said, suddenly: 

^^Isn"t this whisky?"" 

Yes, sir,"" replied the barkeeper. 

I ordered gin. Perhaps you will take this, Mr. John- 
son, if you wish whisky?"" 

Yes, my drink is whisky always. Certainly Fll take 
it,"" replied the officer. 

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who pushed the glass toward him and filled another for him- 
self. 

By the way/^ said the detective, before Mr. Johnson 
had emptied his glass, if your prisoner is the man I think 
he is, he had a scar, left by a pistol-shot, on his left wrist. 
Would you mind my examining it, just for curiosity?^'’ 

Certainly not/^ replied Mr. Johnson. "^Go ahead. 

While Officer Johnson was finishing his whisky the detec- 
tive approached close to Carlos, and taking hold of his 
hand, rolled up the sleeve of his coat. While thus engaged 
he whispered to him quickly and softly: 

As soon as you are seated in the car pretend to be tired 
out, and make believe to go to sleep. 

Then he said, aloud, to Carlos^ custodian: 

‘‘1 may be mistaken; I donT seem to find the scar. Ko, 
this canT be the man, but there is certainly a wonderful re- 
semblance!^^ 

Carlos was simply paralyzed with astonishment. Was 
this New York detective a friend in disguise? A flood of 
wondering mental questions was cut short by the whistle of 
the approaching train. 

Hurry and bustle quickly ensued. Officer Johnson and 
the detective shook hands and bade each other good-by, and 
then, the cars having come to a halt, Carlos was conducted 
on board. It was an express train, and scarcely were he 
and the officer seated, still handcuffed together, before it 
was again in motion. 

They were in the only ordinary passenger-coach on the 
train, it consisting mainly of drawing-room and sleeping 
cars, and being designed chiefly for the accommodation of 
through travelers. It stopped only once between Dalton 
and Hillsdale — the places were thirty-five miles apart — and 
that was at a small watering-station. 

There were only five other passengers in the coach — a 
woman with a babe, an old man asleep, with his hat over 
his eyes, and two drunken fellows who were too stupid to 
attend to anything but each other^s gibberish. 

Carlos obeyed the strange advice of the detective. He 
yawned, stretched, and sighed, and then, laying his head 
against the back of the seat, appeared to fall asleep. 
Meanwhile he put his hand in his coat pocket, and en- 
deavored to ascertain, by feeling, what had been placed 
there. 


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There was a small bag, made of oil-silk or some similar 
material, inclosing some soft substance. There was a pair 
of iron or steel-cutting nippers, apparently of considerable 
strength. There was attached to the bag a slip of paper. 

(Jarlos breathed heavily and regularly, but kept close 
watch of officer George Johnson. That gentleman seemed 
to be uneasy. One moment he would bow his head as if 
drowsy, and the next he would suddenly straighten up and 
look at his prisoner. Then he would subside into indolence 
again, again to rouse himself and make sure of the safety of 
Carlos. 

Beats the duse how sleepy I am!"^ he once muttered to 
himself. 

Still Carlos feigned deep slumber. 

At last Officer Johnson took a careful survey of him, ex- 
amined the handcuffs cautiously, and then peered intently 
into his face. 

Finally, either from a sense of safety, or in consequence 
of an uncontrollable drowsiness, he leaned his head against 
the casement of the car window, and went into a sound 
sleep. 

Now was Carlos^ opportunity. With as little movement 
of his arm as possible, he tore the slip of paper from the 
bag, drew it from his pocket, and read as follows: 

‘Tn the bag is a sponge soaked in chloroform. When the officer 
goes to sleep, hold it to his mouth and nose. Then take the steel cut- 
ting-nippers and free yourself. Do all this when you hear the first 
long whistle, which will show that the train is near the watering-sta- 
tion. You can get off there and escape. If this plan fails, we will try 
another. But if you don’t get away, you will be convicted and hung, 
sure. Your cousin, L.” 

^^Here is deliverance!^^ was Carlos^ first thought. 

Yet he was puzzled greatly. Although the note was 
signed Your Cousin L/’ the handwriting bore no resem- 
blance to that of Leonard. And he was at a loss to con- 
ceive how Leonard, if he was a prisoner, could concoct 
this plan and supply him with the materials for carrying it 
out. 

While inwardly debating, another thought struck him. 

Would not an attempt to escape, whether it succeeded or 
failed, be regarded as an evidence of guilt? If he met the 
trial quietly and fearlessly, would it not go far toward con- 
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of the wide-spread sentiment against him, of the strong 
array of evidence, and of the dreary confinement in jail 
that must ensue before the trial. 

Suddenly, while conflicting arguments were flitting 
through his brain, the engine pealed forth its whistle. 

Now or never! 

With sudden impulse he tore the oil-silk hag open. The 
odor of chloroform arose. Looking quickly around the car, 
and seeing that no observant eye was upon him, he applied 
the sponge to his companion's face. 

The officer gave a little convulsive twitch, but Carlos held 
the sponge tighter, and he was immediately quiet, and 
quickly lapsed into unconsciousness. 

Then Carlos seized the nippers, and, with their powerful, 
sharp jaws, severed the chain that held his wrist to that of 
the officer. 

He was free! 

He walked quickly to one end of the car, and as he 
passed him, exchanged hats wflth the man who was asleep. 

The speed of the train had by this time slackened, so 
that as soon as he reached the platform of the car he 
jumped to the ground. 

The train passed slowly along, and halted at the water- 
tower, some twenty rods distant. 

Now came a brief period of suspense. AYould his flight 
be discovered before the train started again? The chances 
were against such discovery, for no passengers were likely 
to get on or otf. He concealed himself behind a clump of 
bushes and waited. 

Soon the whistle sounded the signal for starting. The 
engine began to puff, and the red lights on the rear car to 
recede. There was no disturbance, no alarm. 

Taster and faster went the train, until it rounded a 
curve, and Carlos was left solitary and alone. 

The handcuff was still on his wrist, with the short frag- 
ment of chain dangling to it. To possess himself of some 
implement by which to rid himself of this incumbrance was 
the next desirable step. 

After reflecting a moment, he made his way cautiously 
toward the water-tower. On coming within a few yards of 
it, he stopped suddenly and fell flat on the ground. A 
man emerged from the door of the structure. It was the 
keeper. 


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He walked across the track, and then down by its side a 
short distance, coming to an old freight-car, which he en- 
tered. It was his dwelling. 

Eesuming his cautious walk, Carlos soon reached the 
tower. He pushed the door open and stepped within. 
Lighting a match, he looked searchingly around. 

Yes, there was what he sought — a box of tools. Fum- 
bling among them, he succeeded in finding a file. Taking 
possession of it, he stepped outside again, and around to the 
rear of the structure. 

The file was a large, clumsy instrument, but by dint of 
twenty minutes^ industrious work, he freed himself of the 
handcuff. He cast it into a ditch by the side of the track, 
and then replaced the file where he had found it. 

This done, he again walked to a safe distance from the 
water-tower. He stood alone in the night air, divested of 
the most dangerous mark of recognition. 

What next? 


CHAPTEE XIII. 

STEANGE DISCOYEKIES. 

On the day of the examination of Carlos, strange things 
happened in and near Leonard LesteFs subterranean 
prison. 

Leonard awoke early in the morning, after a night of 
fitful sleep. His first thoughts were, of course, of Carlos, 
and of the message he had sent him. He wondered whether 
it would reach him in time, and, if it did, whether the im- 
portant words in German would catch his attention. 

There were some remnants of his previous evening^s sup- 
per remaining, and also a portion of the wine. On these 
he made a breakfast, and afterward walked about, impa- 
tiently awaiting whatever might ensue. 

It might have been nine oYlock when the door was 
opened with considerable haste and noise. Snags stepped 
in hurriedly, threw down a newspaper and a loaf of bread, 
and immediately rushed out again. The door was closed 
with a bang, and Leonard was left alone, somewhat aston- 
ished at the hurried action of Snags, who had not spoken 
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In a moment afterward lie was startled by a new and 
strange noise. He had thought that any noise would be 
welcome in that silent place, but this was of such a peculiar 
and unusual character that he listened in alarm. 

It was like the sound of rushing water, as if a torrent 
had broken loose, or a cascade suddenly sprung into exist- 
ence, very near him. Yet he could see nothing. 

Had some underground stream burst its confines and 
made its way to the rocky cavern? AVas some convulsion 
of nature about to precipitate destruction upon him? 

It was natural that such questions should cross his mind, 
for the noise continued, and its volume of tone in nowise 
diminished. 

He stepped to the door of his apartment. The torrent 
seemed to be just outside and very near, and little streams 
of water ran along on the ground at his feet. 

He shouted, but there was no response. 

AYas he to be ingulfed by the water and drowned in that 
dismal cave, with no one in the outside world the wiser 
for it? 

The thought was enough to fill one with dismay. He 
walked from side to side of his prison, with the faint hope 
that there was some means of escape that had hitherto 
escaped his attention. His search was fruitless. 

He stood still and listened again. The sound had not 
abated. He scanned the rocky floor. The water was not 
running in to any great extent, there being only two or 
three small trickling streams. 

Perhaps there was no danger, after all. At any rate, he 
had no choice but to wait and see. 

The sound of the torrent continued with dull monotony 
all day, but no harm came to Leonard. He was puzzled 
beyond measure. 

At nightfall it ceased as suddenly as it had begun. 

In a moment after Snags entered. 

AA^hat on earth has l3een going on out there?^^ cried 
Leonard. 

Why?^^ asked Snags. 

I should judge that Satan had been taking a shower- 
bath.^^ 

Snags laughed. 

Oh, thaPs one of the tricks of our trade. Visitors 
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Visitors 

Yes; they come occasionally. The cave is quite a curi- 
osity in its way, and once in a while somebody takes it into 
his head to explore it. That was the case to-day, and so we 
let the water on.'’^ 

Let the water on?^^ 

Yes; the existence of this room is a secret, known only 
to us. There is an underground stream which empties over 
the rocks by the sea, and we have a sort of dam or gate by 
which we can turn the water over the door here. It^s a 
very simple arrangement, but it prevents discovery.'’^ 

Discovery of this room, you mean? Why do you wish 
to keep its existence a secret 

Well, there's a very good reason just now — you're 
here." 

Yes, I know; but at other times?" 

That I mustn't tell you." 

^^No? Well, it is very strange. J should think you 
would have to keep a pretty sharp lookout for visitors." 

Yes, we do," replied Snags, with a smile. 

What has become of those other fellows that were here 
the night you captured me? You sent them in pursuit of 
me when I tried to escape with the boat." 

Oh, they're gone. They don't stay here much of the 
time. They only happened to be at hand that night. It 
was lucky, too." 

Who are they, and what is their business?" 

^^Now you are asking too many questions again," said 
Snags. I can't answer." 

I presumed not. What of my cousin?" 

The examination is going on. Your note was put in 
the post-office early this morning." 

Thank you again for that." 

Oh, never mind. I don't know whether I am sorry or 
glad that I did it. But no matter, it's done." 

There was silence for a moment, and then Snags said: 

I've brought you another bottle of wine. I thought 
your nerves might need bracing up after hearing the din of 
that waterfall all day." 

Thank you," replied Leonard; ^^but I guess my nerves 
are all right. Besides, the other bottle is not empty yet." 

^^Oh, isn't it? This is a better article, thougL Just 
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There was something peculiar in Snags^ manner. He 
seemed awkward and ill at ease. He alternatly regarded 
Leonard intently and dropped his eyes to the ground. 

What^s up?^^ thought Leonard. This man is pla3dng 
some game, and he^’s not very good at it, either. However, 
I must not betray any suspicion. But it is plain that he 
has some object here other than bringing the wine.^^ 

He took a swallow from the bottle Snags had brought. 

Excellent he exclaimed. ^‘ It is better than the 
other. 

A look of satisfaction instantly overspread the face of 
Snags. He picked up the first bottle he had left, now half- 
emptied, and started for the door. 

^‘Take a good drink, he exclaimed, ^^it will do you 
good. Good-night P'’ 

And he left precipitately, without giving Leonard a 
chance to speak another word. 

The latter stared at the closed door, and stood for a mo- 
ment in meditation. 

I wonder what Snags was driving at,^^ he murmured. 

He took another sip of the wine and smacked his lips as 
if to test its flavor. 

It has a peculiar taste, he muttered to himself. I 
wonder if it"s drugged. Perhaps they want to poison me. 
I wonder if I have already taken enough to harm me.^^ 

He resolved to wait and see if it produced any effect on 
him, first taking the precaution to pour a considerable 
quantity of it in a crevice in the, rocky floor, so that if they 
should examine the bottle it would appear that he had 
drank freely of it. 

The effect of the small portion he had taken soon man- 
ifested itself in a feeling of drowsiness which took possession 
of him. It was not a natural fatigue, but rather a numb- 
ness such as might have been produced by a powerful 
opiate. 

I donT believe I have taken enough to cause serious re- 
sults, he reflected. I will take a little exercise and see if 
I cannot work it off.-’^ 

He walked rapidly to and fro in his apartment, first tak- 
ing the precaution to remove his boots so that his footsteps 
might not be heard. 

He soon had the satisfaction of feeling wide-awake and 
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ever, for his suspicions had made him watchful and 
nervous. 

In order to arrive at a complete solution of his captors^ 
plans, however, he lay down with the bottle near him, and 
prepared to feign deep sleep on the approach of either Snags 
or Eoake. It was some hours before he was disturbed, and 
he improved the time to take occasional exercise, so as to 
make sure that sleep should not overtake him. 

About midnight his quick ear detected a movement on 
the other side of the door. He immediately composed 
himself in a reclining position, with one arm thrown par- 
tially over his eyes. 

When the door was opened he was breathing heavily. 

Snags advanced stealthily into the room and scrutinized 
him attentively. He lifted the bottle and examined it. 

The voice of Eoake came in a hoarse whisper from the 
half-open door. 

Has he drank the wine?^^ 

^^Yes,^^ replied Snags, laying the bottle down again, 

enough to keep him quiet till morning.'’^ 

Both men withdrew and soon returned, bearing a ladder. 
They hoisted it toward the ceiling, and with the end of it 
pushed aside a small trap-door, painted to represent the 
rocks so exactly that the closest observer would fail to de- 
tect its presence. They then planted the ladder on the 
floor, with its upper end projecting into the opening thus 
made. There was evidently an apartment above, to which 
access was gained in this way. 

They took another look at Leonard, and, apparently satis- 
fied that he still slept, ascended the ladder. One of them 
carried a small lantern. They both disappeared through 
the opening, and then Leonard could hear them moving 
about and talking in low tones. 

Soon a rope was lowered, and directly afterward Snags 
descended. He stepped to the door and blew a peculiar 
whistle. A faint reply was heard from without, and Snags 
immediately reascended the ladder. 

In a few minutes a man entered, bearing a bundle on his 
shoulder. It was enveloped in brown sacking, and had a 
compact look. There were strange-looking foreign marks 
on the outside. The man attached the bundle to the rope, 
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ing another bundle, and then a third one came, similarly 
laden. All of the packages were disposed of as the first one 
had been. 

Then these three men journeyed back and forth, bring- 
ing boxes, and bales, and bundles, some of which were light 
and easy to carry, and others of which required the united 
efforts of the three to handle. 

Leonard was at first astonished. The proceeding was in- 
explicable to him. But he soon arrived at a solution of the 
mystery. He concluded that his captors must be smugglers. 
The rocky cave, its secret apartments, its proximity to the 
sea-shore, its retired location, were all favorable to the car- 
rying on of the unlawful business. He was excited by the 
discovery, yet he remained quiet, for to expose his wakeful- 
ness would be instant death, he felt. Occasionally one of 
the men would step near him and scan his face, but he was 
always on his guard, and kept up the semblance of deep 
sleep. 

For two hours or more the smugglers continued their 
labors, and at the end of this time their work seemed to be 
finished. They stood about, wiping the perspiration from 
their brows, and brought in no more packages. 

Is that all?^^ inquired Snags from above. 

Yes,^^ replied one of them. 

Is he still sleeping 

Sound as a log.^^ 

All right. Come up here, all of you.*’^ 

They ascended the ladder, and the five men above occu- 
pied themselves, as Leonard judged, in arranging in order 
the articles that had been hastily drawn up. 

Leonard was alone, and believed to be unconscious. Here 
was a tempting opportunity. The door was ajar, and why 
could he not escape? 

He resolved to make the attempt. 

He rose softly, taking his boots in one hand and the wine- 
bottle in the other, to be used as a weapon in case his pro- 
gress was opposed. 

He stole silently across the room, and into the outer pas- 
sage. Here he paused and listened. The voice of Koake 
said: 

Did you close the door?^^ 

^^No/^ replied one of the men. 

You had better go down and do it.^^ 


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All right. Wait till I get the box rolled over here.^^ 

Leonard hastened on. The passage was dimly illumined, 
as before, by a lamp hanging from the ceiling. He re- 
membered the route perfectly, and, making his way as 
rapidly as. possible, he was soon in the open air by the sea- 
shore. 

Here he paused for an instant in utter amazement. He 
recognized the place as Kocky Beach. It was here that he 
had come on a fishing jaunt, the day before the murder. 
The bright starlight revealed the place and its surroundings 
to him. There could be no mistake. 

But he must notlingei. His captors might be upon him 
in a moment. 

Two yachts were moored near the beach with sails ready 
to hoist." One of them was small enough for one man to 
manage. A fresh breeze was blowing, and, as Leonard was 
an experienced yachtman, his course was decided upon im- 
mediately. 

Springing into one of the boats, he pushed it from the 
shore and hoisted the sail. It caught the wind, and was 
soon cutting through the water. 

He looked back. There was as yet no movement on the 
shore. He had a good start, and believed he could not be 
overtaken, even if his flight were made known at that mo- 
ment. 

Heading the yacht toward the open sea, he now had 
leisure, as it sped along rapidly, to consider his situation 
and to form his plans. 


CHAPTER XIV. 

THE CUSTOM-HOUSE DETECTIVE. 

As has already been mentioned, Leonard Lester was an 
experienced yacht man He had for years belonged to a 
boating club in Xew Aork, and the knowledge and expe- 
rience he had thus gained proved of great practical value 
in the situation in which he found himself after escaping 
from the underground retreat of the supposed smugglers. 

The yacht he had taken possession of proved to be of good 
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an hour Eocky Beach was left several miles behind, and all 
danger of successful pursuit was for the time being past. 

Leonard now conceived the idea of making for the port 
of Boston. New York would have suited him better, but 
was too far off. 

The sky was clear, the wind was fresh and steady, and no 
sudden storm or squall seemed likely to arise. The condi- 
tion could not have been more favorable. 

So, calculating his bearings as nearly as possible, he guid- 
ed his craft in what he deemed the proper direction. . The 
voyage was without noteworthy incident — in fact, it was 
rather monotonous. Soon after daybreak he had the satis- 
faction of beholding the spires of the distant city, and about 
ten o’clock he entered the harbor. 

Before approaching the .crowd of ships that lay near the 
wharfs and docks, he bethought himself to examine the 
yacht thoroughly, and see if he could discover any clew to 
ownership, or the movements of those who had so recently 
had it in their possession. 

His search resulted in his finding nothing but two cards 
in a small locker. One of these was printed, and read as 
follows: 

JACOB EUSH. 

9 Street, Jerseg City, 

On the other was written, in a scrawling hand: ^^32 Main 
street, Dalton.” 

These he decided, with a purpose which will appear here- 
after, to leave where he had found them. 

Then, setting sail directly for the city, he sought a con- 
venient place for landing. 

He was accosted by no one save a man in a small boat, 
who proved to be a custom-house officer. The man asked 
him soma questions, scanned the yacht closely, and then 
moved off again, satisfied that he was not a runner in of 
smuggled goods. 

Leonard selected a vacant place alongside a low dock, and 
springing ashore, made his boat fast by a rope. 

He looked around him, and saw in the long line of dingy 
buildings a narrow alley. Through this he made his way, 
and soon emerged into a busy wholesale street. 

His first step was to proceed to a barber’s shop and have 
his mustache shaved off. Then he purchased a hat and 


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coat of different patterns from those he had been wearing, 
and donned them. The garments of which he divested him- 
self he tied in a bundle and carried in his hand. 

These transactions occupied but little time; they were for 
the purpose of avoiding ready recognition, for he remem- 
bered Snags' assertion that he was regarded as an accom- 
plice in Carlos^ supposed crime, and it was possible that his 
appearance and dress had already been telegraphed to 
officers who might be on the lookout for him. 

Next he found his way to the custom-house, and inquired 
of one of the clerks for the superintendent, or some person 
in authority. 

The clerk silently pointed to a man seated within an in- 
closure of railing. The man was busily engaged with some 
papers, and scarcely looked up as Leonard accosted him. 

Can I have a few words with you, sir?^^ 

Yes,^^ was the reply, delivered with the air of one whose 
time was precious. 

I presume there is a secret detective service connected 
with this department 

Yes.""^ 

Can you direct me to some reliable, shrewd person en- 
gaged in that service 

The man slowly turned a pair of dull-looking eyes full on 
Leonard. Yet it was evident that the owner of those dull- 
looking eyes was accustomed to reading character and form- 
ing prompt conclusions. He withdrew his gaze after a mo- 
ment, and said: 

Second story. Inquire for Mr. Stark.^^ 

He then turned to his work again, and was apparently 
oblivious of his surroundings. 

Leonard proceeded as directed, and found Mr. Stark 
alone in a small room. The room was compact, neat, and 
orderly in appearance. On one side was a telegraphic ap- 
paratus, and on the other was a desk, surmounted by a case 
of pigeon-holes, containing letters and papers tied up in 
bundles. There was a couch and two chairs in the room. 
One window looked upon the street, and a closed door con- 
cealed an adjoining apartment. 

Mr. Stark was a man small in stature and unpretending 
in aspect. His face was smooth, with thin lips, a firm-set 
mouth, and cool, gray eyes. He was dressed with neat pre- 
cision. 


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^^Mr. Stark inquired Leonard. 

^^Yes, sir/^ 

You are, I believe, connected with the secret detective 
service/^ 

^^lam." 

Can I confer with you in reference to engaging 
your services 

My services are not exactly open for engagement, said 
Mr. Sterling, smiling. I am in the employ of the govern- 
ment.^^ 

Pardon me, said Leonard. Perhaps I did not put 
the case as I should. There is a matter that interests the 
government — a smuggling case, I am convinced — but it re- 
quires to be managed with caution.-^^ 

We are accustomed to manage things with caution 
was Mr. Stark^s reply. 

Certainly — I am aware of that — but this case is so com- 
plicated with an affair of an entirely different character — 
and in which I have a deep 'personal interest — that I must 
be exceedingly cautious as to whom I take in my con- 
fidence.^^ 

If you know anything, young man,^^ rejoined Mr. 
Stark, about the illegal running in of any foreign goods, 
it is your duty to reveal such knowledge.'’^ 

That may be,^'’ replied Leonard; but I have other du- 
ties, too. One of them is self-protection. Another is to 
look out for my friends. I must be assured of the hearty 
co-operation of whoever I take into my confidence, in an 
endeavor to solve a mystery on which hangs the life of a 
near and dear relative, as well as to bring to justice these 
supposed smugglers. The two cases cannot be separated — 
they must be investigated conjointly. And it may take 
time.^^ 

^^You speak with a good deal of self-confidence, sir. 
May I ask who you are?^^ 

Leonard handed him his card, and then asked : 

^^Do you know the firm of Duncan & Mishler, New 

Yorkr 

Yes — an importing house. You donT mean to say that 
they are the parties 

Bless you, no P exclaimed Leonard. ^^They are as 
straight as a string. I am connected with that firm.'^^ 

Let me see,^^ said Stark, opening a large book, consult- 


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ing an index, and turning to a particular page. Yes — 
Duncan & Mishler — Leonard Lester, European agent. Well, 
I guess, if you are connected with that firm, you can trust 
me. Go on with your story.-^^ 

It must be confidential, and no steps must be taken 
without consulting me.^^ 

I agree to that.'’^ 

And do you promise not to reveal my identity, or my 
presence in Boston 

^‘1 promise. But you are very cautious.^^ 

You will see that I have reason to be.-’^ 

Leonard thereupon narrated to Mr. Stark the journey of 
himself and Carlos to Dalton, of their visit, their interview 
with Colonel Conrad, his own excursion to Kocky Beach, 
the departure of Carlos in an opposite direction to attend a 
concert, the capture of himself by Snags, his subsequent ex- 
perience in the cave, and his escape. He concluded by 
saying: 

My cousin is now doubtless in jail. The evidence 
would probably be sufficient to hold him for trial, 
whether it finally convicted him or not. Snags is 
the guilty man, though my evidence might not be suf- 
ficient to establish that. But he had some object other 
than robbery. This is proved by his anxiety in regard to 
the missing fragment of paper. He spoke of a ^ boss^ to 
whom both he and Eoake were subordinate. Who this 
^ boss^ is, is the mystery. He is undoubtedly the chief guilty 
party; for Snags and Roake are not the men to push smug- 
gled goods on the market.'’^ 

Ho, you are right there. And in regard to the mur- 
der, I agree with you in thinking that it was done for some 
motive that does not appear on the surface. 

And, by the way, those cards in tlie locker of the yacht, 
said Leonard; do you know anything of Jacob Rush, of 
Jersey City?^^ 

^^Ho, but I will inside of twenty-four hours. 

Thirty-two Main street, Dalton, which was written on 
the other card, is, as I mentioned, the address of Geoffrey 
Haywood’s place of business. I remember the large gilded 
sign very well. You donT suppose that villain has any- 
thing to do with the smuggling business, do you 

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up. Why did you leave the cards in the boat, instead of 
bringing them with you V’ 

^^For two reasons. First, I thought I would leave the 
yacht in your charge, and let you advertise for an owner, 
stating that the cards were found in the locker, and 
mentioning the addresses on them. Some one implicated 
mght then appear to claim it. Second, the taking of the 
cards would betray the fact that interested parties had the 
boat in charge. For who would go to the trouble of taking 
them except somebody that regarded them as -of special 
significance?^^ 

Well, you are partly right. I will advertise the yacht, 
but will say nothing about the cards. That might put the 
parties on their guard. We will let them think they have 
not been noticed. If the right person answers the adver^ 
tisement, you may be sure that he will search for them 
when he comes to examine the boat. And 1^11 have all his 
movements watched. 

Perhaps, said Leonard, we can kill two birds with one 
stone — capture both the murderer and the smugglers.^^ 

^^Wefiltry,^^ replied Mr. Stark. ^^And now, what do 
you propose to do next?^^ 

I want to go to New York, and see my employers, Dun- 
can & Mishler.-’^ 

But not as you are.^^ 

^^Why not?” 

Because, if you are regarded as an accomplice in the 
murder of Colonel Conrad, you may be arrested at any mo- 
ment. Your description is probably in the hands of officers 
now.'’^ 

True. But what is to be done?^^ 

1^11 disguise you. If I am not mistaken you have taken 
some steps in that direction already. You have had your 
mustache shaved o£P, and you are wearing strange clothes. 

^^How do you know?^^ exclaimed Leonard, in aston- 
ishment. 

You move your upper lip nervously, as if experiencing 
an unusual sensation, and the coat and hat you have on are 
new. Besides, there is that bundle under your arm.'’’ 

You are right,’’ said Leonard, ^^but I never would have 
dreamed ” 

^^Oh, never mind. We have to train our observing 
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And lie conducted Leonard into the room adjoining his 

*^^When they returned Leonard was transformed into a 
sanctimonious-looking individual, with gray side-whiskers 
and hair, a pair of silver-bowed spectacles, a long, well- 
w’orn coat, and a hat of the last season s pattern. 

“There!” said Mr. Stark, admiringly, “I’ll risk you 
anywhere. If anything unlooked-for happens, you are the 
Eeverend Mr. Withers, living at No. — 12th street. New 
York. Here, take this cane and volume of commentaries. 
Ha! lia! you look like a natural-born missionary!” 

At this moment there was a knock at the door. 

“What’s wanted?” demanded Mr. Stark. _ ^ 

“ Here’s your morning paper, sir,” came in a boy s 

Why didn’t you bring it in sooner?” asked Mr. Stark, 
opening the door. 

“ The clerks were reading it, sir.” 

“ Couldn’t they find anything else to do?” 

Without waiting for an answer, he closed the door in the 
boy’s face, and then ran his eyes down the column of tel- 
egraphic reports. 

Suddenly he turned to Leonard. 

“ You say you last heard from your cousin through Mr. 
Snags, on the day the examination was in progress.” 

“ Yes,” replied Leonard. 

“Bead that.” . 

Leonard took the paper, and, at a spot indicated by Mr. 
Stark’s thumb, saw among the latest dispatches the follow- 
ing paragraph: 

“ Hilisdam, Aug. 29.— Charles Conrad, charged with the murder 
of Col. Wm. Conrad, of Dalton, made his escape while coming here 
on the cars last night in charge of a constable. He is slightly below 
the medium height, with blue eyes and a light mustache. A large re- 
ward is offered for his capture.” 

Leonard stared at these words in dumb amazement. He 
read them over twice before speaking. Then he turned to 
Mr. Stark. 

“ What is to be done?” he asked. 

“Nothing, by you,” replied the gentleman, quite com- 
posed, “except to give me a very particular and exact des- 
cription of his personal appearance.” 


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Leonard, having given the desired description Mr. Stark 
said: 

leave everything to me for a short time. My chance 
of capturing your cousin is as good as that of any one else. 
I^^ll send telegrams to some of my associates, and he may 
come to no harm. But whatever may be the result, you can 
do nothing. Kemember that, and go on to N’ew York. Of 
course you must tell Duncan & Mishler everything, and I 
hope they are discreet men. It might be well for you to 
drop around to 'No. — 12th street to-morrow morning, and, 
if I have occasion to communicate with you, you will find a 
message there for the Eeverend Mr. Withers. Theyfil know 
you. And now, good-day. I have other business on hand. 
I think the next train will bring you to New York about 
eight oYlock this evening. 

Leonard passed out of Mr. Stark^s office, went down 
stairs and into the street, and made his way to the railroad 
depot. 

He took the train for New York, where he arrived in due 
time. Here a great surprise awaited him. 


CHAPTEE XV. 

FEEE. 


What next? 

That was the question with Carlos Conrad, as he stood 
alone by the railroad track, the cool night air blowing softly 
about him. The moon shone brightly, and objects on 
which the light fell stood out in bold distinctness, while 
those in the shadows were rendered doubly obscure. 

He stood in irresolution. He did not know which way 
to turn, for with daylight would come pursuit, and prob- 
ably capture. 

He half regretted the step he had taken. He had no 
refuge to fiy to, no friends to conceal him, no means of dis- 
guise. To the right and left were the long lines of rail- 
road track, in front and behind were fields, and woods, 
and distant farm-houses. He felt friendless and almost 
hopeless. 

While standing thus in gloomy reflection, he saw a bright 
light far down the track, It was the head-light of a loco- 


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motive just coming around the curve. It was coming from 
the direction of Hillsdale, and must have met the tram 
which Carlos had so recently quitted. As it approached 
its speed slackened, and, moving slower aud slower, it 
finallv drew up at the tower to take in a supply of water. 

Obeying a sudden impulse, Carlos ran back into a field, 
took a circuit around the water-tower, and came up beyond 
it to the track where the passenger cars stood. 

The whistle sounded, the bell rang, and the train started. 
He sprang unobserved on the platform of one of the cars, 
opened the door, and walked coolly in. He took a vacant 
seat, pulled his hat down over his eyes and settled himself 
into a comfortable position. 

The train was soon under headway and tearing along at 
the rate of forty miles an hour toward Dalton. 

' Carlos realized that he was incurring a great risk. He 
might be rushing into the very arms of pursuers; for that 
there would be pursuers was, of course, not to be doubted. 
It was even possible that the officer from whom he had 
escaped had discovered his loss in time to transfer himself 
to the returning train, the one on which Carlos was now 
riding. He might lay his hands on him at any moment. 

Carlos was aware that he faced this possibility, as also 
that of there being those present at tli^ Dalton depot who 
would recognize him. This latter danger, however, he con- 
sidered not to be imminent, on account of the lateness of 

the hour. t j 

But he was in a reckless mood, and was not dismayed by 

the prospect. 

The conductor came through the car and touched him on 
the shoulder, at the same time peering into his face. 

^^Did I see your ticket, sir?^^ 

^^ISTo; I have none. Can I go through on this train to 
Hew York?^^ 

Yes. Where did you get on?’" 

Carlos hesitated. 

At Hillsdale,” he said, after a pause. I did not have 
time to buy a ticket. What is the fare?” 

A dollar and sixty cents to the Junction,” replied the 
conductor. There you change cars.” 

Where is the Junction?” 

Thirty miles beyond Dalton.” 

Will there be smj delay?” 


HE STRAINED HIS EYES TO LOOK AHEAD, BUT COULD “ IT IS NOT FOR ME TO SAY WHETHER YOU ARB 

NOT DISCERN OBJECTS AT ANY DISTANCE, GUILTY OR INNOCENT.^’ 









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About five minutes/^ 

The fare was paid and the conductor passed on. 

Carlos now ventured to look around the car. No one ap- 
peared to be taking particular notice of him. Many were 
asleep, a few were trying to read by the flickering light of 
the lamps overhead, and others were staring patiently into 
vacancy. 

There was nothing alarming in the aspect, and now, see- 
ing that he was not pursued, Carlos began to feel anxious . 
and nervous again. The certainty of calamity is not nearly 
so disquieting as a sense of proximity, with a possibility of 
escape. The suspense attendant on this latter condition 
was soon augmented by the approach to Dalton. He had 
begun to feel that he might possibly reach New York un- 
molested, and in that city he hoped to find a safe retreat- 
Hope and apprehensiveness struggled for the mastery with, 
in him, and when the cars drew up at the Dalton depot the 
conflict was at its height. But, by a violent effort, he 
calmed himself and betrayed no anxiety. 

An incident now occurred that filled him at first with 
surprise and terror, and afterward with wonderment and 
perplexity. 

Geoffrey Haywood stepped aboard and entered the same 
car Carlos occupied. 

The emotions of the latter may be imagined better than 
described. He watched the new-comer spell-bound. 

But Mr. Geoffrey Haywood seemed to be occupied with 
affairs of his own. He dropped into the first seat that pre- 
sented itself, and, looking neither to the right nor the left, 
buried himself in meditation. 

And after the cars had started again, and were fairly 
under weigh, it became apparent that the presence of Car- 
los was in the furthest degree remote from his thoughts. 

With intense relief, Carlos furtively watched his further 
movements. 

Mr. Haywood’s journey was not a long one. He got off 
at the next stopping-place, still preserving his pre-occupied 
air. Carlos marveled greatly at his action. What could 
be the object of this short journey at such a time of night? 
He could devise no solution to the query, and so, endeavor- 
ing to dismiss the subject from his mind, he congratulated 
himself on the fact that his greatest danger was now past. 

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incident. At the junction, where the change was made, 
there was the usual bustle and hurry, but no one was as yet 
on the track of the escaped prisoner. About seven o'clock 
in the morning the train reached the city. 

Immediately on alighting, Carlos astonished a vociferat- 
ing hackman by promptly accepting his tender of a con- 
veyance. 

I want you to take me, as quickly as possible, to Duncan 
& Mishler's, No. — Broadway. Start immediately, without 
waiting for any other passengers, and your pay shall be five 
dollars." 

Yes, sir," responded the hackman, with alacrity. He 
sprang to his seat, while Carlos drew back in the carriage, 
concealing himself as well as possible from the observation 
of outsiders. 

In obedience to a word and a crack of the whip, the 
horses sprang forward, and rattled through the noisy streets 
at a good pace. 

About half-past seven they halted before one of those 
palaces devoted to trade that abound in all their glory on 
the principal thoroughfare of the city of New York. 

Duncan & Mishler were importers, as has been men- 
tioned, and this was their wholesale store. 

Carlos paid the hackman, and, walking up to a short 
flight of stone steps, met a porter with a feather duster in 
his hand. He was just about finishing his work of sweep- 
ing and dusting the store in preparation for the day's busi- 
ness. 

Good-morning," said Carlos. I suppose Mr. Duncan 
is not here yet this morning." 

‘^No, sir," replied the'porter. He won't be down till 
nine o'clock." 

Carlos paused a moment in hesitation. 

^^Did you have a good trip, sir?" asked the porter. 

A good trip?" echoed Carlos, not certain of the man^s 
meaning. 

Yes, sir. I mean did you sell many goods?" 

It immediately struck Carlos that the porter mistook him 
for one of the traveling agents, or drummers" of the 
establishment. He resolved to humor the error. 

Oh, I had fair success," he replied, carelessly. 

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day said the porter, ^^and said he found trade miglity 
dull. He started out again last night.-^^ 

^^Ah/^ replied Carlos, hope heTl have good luck. 
But I wish to see Mr. Duncan particularly. I wonder if 
there would be any objection to my waiting in his private 
office. My business is very urgent.-’^ 

I guess you can wait there, sir,^^ replied the porter. 

Youffi find last evening^s paper on the desk.'’^ 

Thank you,^^ replied Carlos. 

He passed through the store, and walked up a fiight of 
steps to an elevated portion in the rear end. Here he 
opened a door, and entered a small, elegantly furnished 
apartment, which was the private sanctum of Mr. Duncan, 
the senior partner of the firm. 

A brief retrospect is here necessary. Carlos had arrived 
from Europe but three days before the visit of himself and 
Leonard to Dalton. He had immediately called on his 
cousin, to whom he announced the death of his father, 
and confided the errand on which he was bent. Leonard 
had introduced him to Mr. Duncan, who had invited the 
cousins to his house. 

For Leonard, in his capacity of foreign agent for the 
firm, enjoyed not only the business confidence of, but the 
warm personal friendship of his employers, and Mr. Dun- 
can, being of a genial, social nature, delighted in nothing 
more than extending the hospitality of his house to his 
friends. 

Mr. Mishler, the junior partner, was perhaps equally 
pleasant and sociable in his way, but he was unmarried, ex- 
ceedingly industrious, and was constantly occupied with 
certain details of the business that were intrusted to his 
special supervision. Carlos had only met him once or twice 
casually. 

Consequently he waited in Mr. Duncan^s private office, 
feeling that that gentleman was the only acquaintance in 
the great city to wham he could go in the present trouble. 
Indeed, there was no one else to whom he would feel at 
liberty to apply for any service whatever. 

He patiently awaited Mr. Duncan^s appearance, glancing 
over the newspaper to which the porter had made reference, 
but taking no heed of the words over which his eyes wan- 
dered. 

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surprised to find Carlos sitting there, but after an instant^s 
hesitation recognized him, and with a cordial exclamation 
advanced toward him with extended hand. 

Carlos sprang past him and closed the door, and then 
turned and took the proffered hand. 

I beg your pardon,^'’ he began, and then stopped. 

^^How do you do! How do you dol” exclaimed Mr. 
Duncan. 

His words and voice were cordial, though he looked 
sharply at Carlos, as if puzzled at his demeanor. He was a 
tall, portly man, with a ruddy, though fair complexion, 
and a clear, pleasant eye. His face was smooth, with th.e 
exception of gray side-whiskers, and he had a high, noble 
forehead. He stood looking at Carlos, inquiringly, and the 
latter began to speak hurriedly and rather incoherently. 

I am in great trouble, he said, and I have come to 
you. I scarcely know why. I thought that you might not 
believe — that is, that you would be willing to listen — at 
all events that you would shield me for a few hours, and not 
pronounce judgment too hastily. 

What do you mean?^^ asked Mr. Duncan, in astonish- 
ment. 

^^Mr. Duncan,^^ said Carlos, suddenly stepping back a 
pace, and speaking slowly and distinctly, are you aware 
that you have just shaken hands with one who is under ac- 
cusation of murder 

^^Good heavens, no! I am not aware of that. Please 
explain yourself. 

You won't turn me off and deliver me into the hands 
of the officers?" 

don't understand you. Ho, of course I won't do any- 
thing of that kind. You are a friend of Leonard Lester, 
and his friends are my friends. Come, sit down here." 

Mr. Duncan took a chair, and Carlos sat in another near 
him. 

Yes, I will tell you all. But, first, are we in danger of 
interruption?" 

^'Hone whatever. But wait." 

He stepped to the door and locked it, and returned to his 
seat again. 

There. How out with your story. I see you are in 
trouble. Let me hear what it is." 

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terrible experience lie had passed through since the Monday 
on which he and Leonard had set their feet in Dalton. He 
omitted no important particular, and concluded by relating 
the unexpected means of escape that had been offered him, 
and his night journey to New York. 

Mr. Duncan evinced considerable excitement during the 
recital. He rose, stared at the narrator, uttered an excla- 
mation or two, and finally sat down, planted his hands on 
his knees, and drank in every word. 

Well, upon my soul, this is marvelous he exclaimed, 
vehemently, on the conclusion of the narrative. I never 
heard the like.^^ 

Carlos sat in silence. He had finished his tale, and his 
first anxiety was to know the reception it would meet with. 

He waited to hear what Mr. Duncan would have to say 
after his wonderment had found vent. But that gentleman, 
although excitable when his surprise or sympathy was 
aroused, said nothing at all for some moments. 


CHAPTER XVI. 

A KEFUGE. 

^^This is marvelous repeated Mr. Duncan, when he 
finally spoke again. ^^And now, what do you intend 
to dor 

That I cannot tell. I have formed no plans whatever, 
I have even doubted the wisdom of my Hight.*^^ 

“1 don^t know about that. Perhaps you did right, per- 
haps not.^^ 

^‘^Do you doubt my innocence?^^ 

No, I canT say that I do. You don^t look like a man 
capable of performing such a deed. And Leonard gave a 
very good account of you. No, I havenT the least doubt 
of your innocence. But if you had stood the trial, and 
been acquitted, it might have been better. 

That is what I thought, said Carlos. But the evi- 
dence is strong, and everybody in Dalton believes me guilty; 
at least everybody except the secret few who know better, 
and r do not expect they will come forward to criminate 
themselves in order to save me.^^ 


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^^You believe, then, that the real murderer lives in 
Dalton r 

^^Yes, or some one associated with him. The murder 
was done by parties who knew something of my uncle, and 
who had some secret purpose to serve — else why the anxiety 
to obtain that fragment of paper bearing the finishing 
words to something that he had written 

It might have been for fear it would furnish a clew to 
detection. 

No — the only way in which it could be used in that 
way would be to match it to the larger paper from which it 
was torn, and that could easily be destroyed. 

True; but it is strange. The words ^ seven o^clocV do 
not amount to much. They probably have only a casual 
meaning.’’^ 

Perhaps; but I must caution you not to repeat them 
where they will be heard. Leonard said in his note, as I 
told you, that they would give the murderer all the informa- 
tion he wanted. 

^^Yes; I had forgotten that. But it is utterly inex- 
plicable.'’^ 

^^It is, indeed.'’^ 

^^Let me see,^^ said Mr. Duncan. ^^Have you many ac- 
quaintances here in New York?^^ 

I have none at all. Most of my life has been spent 
across the ocean, except a few years, when I was a good 
deal younger than I am now; and during the three days I 
was here, previous to going to Dalton, I made no acquaint- 
ances, except in your own family. I do not think that I 
was even in the store here often enough for the clerks to 
know me. The porter mistook me for one of your traveling 
agents. 

Did he? That circumstance may be used to advantage. 
We will not undeceive him. Let him think that you are a 
traveling agent, and he’ll tell no damaging tales.’’ 

Ah! you are inclined to befriend me, I see. How can 
I thank you?” 

Yes, I am inclined to befriend you, and, as for thanks, 
never mind them now. You are a stranger here, and in 
Dalton. These facts are fortunate. W^ill any one there be 
apt to conclude that you have come to me?” 

think not. No one there knows enough about me to 
form such a conclusion.” 


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Do not be too sure of that. It would be strange if 
something did not appear at the examination that would 
throw the scent this way."" 

Yes, I had forgotten about that. But I do not remem- 
ber much about the testimony. I am rather stupid, I 
think."" 

Well, there is not much cause for immediate alarm on 
that score, I apprehend. It will take time for the Dalton 
authorities to communicate to the N^ew York police what 
they know about you and your connections, and before such 
communication is had, I think we can find a safe hiding- 
place for you."" 

Where will it be?"" asked Carlos. 

^^Oh, I don"t know yet. I believe,"" musingly, ^^that I 
will consult Mishler."" 

He is your partner. Is he a safe man?"" 

^'Safe? I should say so! And closed-mouthed as a 
mummy. The course I have named seems the only availa- 
ble one just now. And then I shall wait for Leonard to 
turn up. He knows how to take care of himself, and I do 
not doubt that he will put in an appearance soon."" 

Possibly. But he wrote that he was a prisoner, and 
helpless."" 

Yes, I know; but my conviction is as I have stated. It 
is not easy to outwit Leonard."" 

The merchants eyes twinkled, as if experience had filled 
him with confidence in the pluck, shrewdness, and good 
judgment of his foreign agent. 

I"ll call Mishler now. You sit in the corner here and 
look in this ledger."" Mr. Duncan opened a large account- 
book and spread it on a small writing-table. ^‘If any out- 
sider comes in, you can pass as an accountant in my em- 
ploy. Don"t look up from your work, and nobody will see 
your face."" 

Carlos took a seat before the table, with his back toward 
the door, and prepared to bury himself in the columns of 
figures before him on an instant"s warning. 

Mr. Mishler soon entered in obedience to a call from Mr. 
Duncan. And, as soon as the latter had briefily stated the 
leading facts of the case, the two great merchants were ab- 
sorbed in a discussion as to the best means of secreting a 
fugitive from the law. 

A conclusion was at length reached. 


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Mr. Duncan introduced Carlos to Mr. Mishler. 

You need trouble yourself to make no explanations/^ 
said the latter; ^‘1 understand all. I am going out, and in 
ten minutes you will please follow me and step into a close 
carriage which will be standing outside. 

Carlos, at the end of the time named, proceeded as Mr. 
Mishler had directed, and the two were soon riding up 
Broadway, amid the crowd and bustle of that ever busy 
street. 

But little was said by either gentleman. Mr. Mishler 
was habitually a silent man; he was thoroughly devoted to 
business, and seldom spoke unless he had something to say, 
and then his words were few and his sentences compact. 
He was a German, but his English pronunciation would not 
have betrayed the fact. Carlos had already told his story 
to Mr. Duncan, who in turn had imparted it to Mr. Mishler; 
so there was little occasion for conversation. 

After a lengthy drive up Broadway, the carriage turned 
on a cross street, and in a short time drew up before a 
brown-stone front which had nothing to distinguish it from 
its neighbors except the number over the door. 

^^Some German friends of mine live here,^^ said Mr. 
Mishler. They let rooms to single gentlemen. A musician 
named Werner, who has just arrived in this country, occu- 
pies an apartment in the third story. I will put you in his 
charge. He is trustworthy. 

And what about the other occupants 

It is none of their business; but they will think you 
have come to see about taking piano-lessons of Mr. 
Werner.^^ 

Yes, that will do, for I am something of a musician 
myself. 

A servant admitted them in answer to a ring at the door- 
bell. 

Mr. Mishler led the way to Mr. Werner’s room, and in a 
moment they were in the presence of the musician. He was 
about the same age as Carlos, and was tall, slim, and 
straight as an arrow. He had delicate though manly fea- 
tures, a pale complexion, and deep eyes, which bespoke an 
intense and romantic nature. 

Mr. Mishler addressed him rapidly in German for a few 
moments, explaining briefly that Carlos had reasons for 
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Werner to give him the shelter of his room for a short 
time. 

There were a few questions and answers, and then, the 
matter being decided, Mr. Mishler took his leave. 

speak German,^'’ said Carlos, addressing the musician 
in his own language, probably better than you do Eng- 
lish.^^ 

^^Ah, I am glad, replied Mr. Werner. 1 have been 
in this country only a month, and know very little of your 
tongue yet.^^ 

We will get along very well together.” 

Yes. Have you been speaking disrespectfully of your 
emperor — or president, as they call him — that they desire to 
imprison you?” 

Oh, no,” replied Carlos, smiling. ^^They do not im- 
prison people for politiaal offenses in the United States. 
Ours is what we call a free country. But I am accused of 
a crime of which I am innocent, and am secreting myself 
because it is difficult to obtain evidence that will acquit me. 
I hope to overcome the difficulty before long.” 

^^Yes? You have my sympathy. Where did you learn 
to speak German so well?” 

In your own country. I was there for some years, and 
at one time attended the music school at Stuttgart.” 

Indeed! There is where I was trained in the divine art. 
Will you play for me?” 

And he opened the piano. 

I should much prefer to hear you. I am tired and weak 
from travel and anxiety. It would gratify me much if you 
would consent to let me be the listener.” 

Mr. Werner good-naturedly complied, and played, of 
course, from Beethoven. It was one of those grand sonatas 
which are the peculiar glory of that great master. The per- 
formance was a fine one, and Carlos expressed his approval 
enthusiastically. Then, on further invitation, he seated 
himself at the piano and played a short, solemn extract from 
the same composer. 

You play as well as I do,” cried Mr. Werner, ^^or, at 
least, you have. But you are not in practice.” 

Ho,” replied Carlos. 

You shall be my pupil,” said Mr. Werner. 

Willingly,” replied Carlos. Indeed, that must be my 
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A capital arrangement/^ declared Mr. Werner. 

The day was passed very pleasantly. Mr. Werner was a 
frugal liver, and frequently purchased his own provisions, 
taking his meals in his room. On this occasion a double 
supply was bought, which Carlos shared with him. After- 
ward they had a pleasant smoke and chat together. 

About two o^clock Mr. Werner went out to give a lesson, 
for he already had two pupils, and was patiently waiting 
for more. 

During his absence Carlos found occupation in looking 
over some piles of music, of which Mr. Werner had a val- 
uable collection, embracing most of the standard composi- 
tions, as well as many quaint gems not so well known. Thus 
employed, the time passed rapidly. 

When Mr. Werner returned they talked more, comparing 
their likes and dislikes in musical matters; and in the even- 
ing the same occupation was renewed, varied by playing 
some duets. 

At length, by some casual remarks, each discovered that 
the other could play chess, and as this was a favorite game 
with both of them, they were soon absorbed in a friendly 
contest. 

While thus engaged, a knock came at the door. Both 
players sprang to their feet. They had been so intent on 
the game that they had not heard any footsteps on the 
stairs. 

Carlos turned pale with an apprehension that naturally 
rushed on his mind. 

Mr. Werner quickly interpreted his expression, and his 
eyes flashed with excitement. 

I will see who it is,^^ he said. 

Opening the door to the extent of a mere crack, he ejac- 
ulated a question in German. 

Carlos heard a familiar voice say: 

It^s all right. I want to see the young man you have 
caged in here.^^ 

Yot you say? I no understand English mooch. 

It must be recollected that all the conversation between 
Carlos and Mr. Werner had been carried on in German. 

The voice rejoined: 

Bring young Conrad to the door, then. HqTI u.^idcr^ 
stand me/^ 


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It is Mr. Duncan/^ cried Carlos; and then he added^ in 
German: ^^Let him in; he is my friend.^^ 

‘‘ Ah/^ said Mr. Werner, opening the door, ^^your par- 
don, Mein Herr.^'’ 

Mr. Duncan entered, an unaccountable expression of joy 
beaming from his face. 

He was followed by a solemn, rather seedy-looking gen- 
tleman, with gray side-whiskers, who wore spectacles, and 
carried a cane. Carlos regarded him with a doubtful look. 

Allow me,^^ said Mr. Duncan, his eyes twinkling, ^^to 
introduce you to my friend, the lieverend Mr. Withers. 
Mr. Withers, this is Mr. Conrad. And this is Mr. Wer- 

noT* 


CHAPTEE XVII. 

A GLAD MEETIKG. 

The Eeverend Mr. Withers expressed his pleasure in a 
hollow, sepulchral tone at meeting the gentlemen. 

Carlos replied rather stiffly. 

Mr. Werner contemplated the proceedings curiously, yet 
courteously. 

Mr. Duncan seemed struggling to suppress an exhibition 
of merriment. In this he was not successful, for he soon 
burst into a fit of hearty laughter. 

Then it was that the Eeverend Mr. Withers went through 
with a most surprising performance. He seized Carlos by 
both shoulders, shook him violently, and exclaimed: 

^^DonT you know me, old boy?^^ 

Carlos sprang back, in amazement, and gazed at the 
speaker as if he would look him through and through. 

Know you?^^ he faltered. Your voice seems famil- 
iar. 

Does it? I should think so. Pll let you hear it again. 
Now do you know me?^^ 

A look of intelligence and gladness gradually crept over 
the face of Carlos. He could not be mistaken; he was not. 
It was his cousin, Leonard Lester. 

The reader has already recognized the disguise in which 
Mr. Stark, the detective in the Boston custom-house, had 
arrayed him. 


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The violent hand-shaking and extravagant ejaculations 
of joy which the cousins indulged in, need not be here 
recorded. 

When the first greetings were over, Carlos hastily in- 
formed Mr. Werner who Leonard was, and explained his 
enthusiastic welcome of his appearance. 

Mr. Werner smiled brightly, and offered a brief congrat- 
ulation. 

Where did you come from, Leonard, and what are you 
fixed up in this ridiculous style for?^^ asked Carlos. 

I came from Where did I come from, Mr. Dun- 

can appealed LeonarJ to his employer. 

You will have to tell the whole story to answer that 
question,^^ replied Mr. Duncan. 

I suppose I will. And though you have just heard it 
from my lips, I suppose I must satisfy Carlos at once.^^ 

Certainly.^^ 

But first tell me why you are rigged out so outland- 
ishly?^^ cried Carlos. 

Outlandishly!"'’ repeated Leonard, in a tone of mock 
reproach. I thought I presented a highly respectable ap- 
pearance. But wait. ITl come to it in the course of my 
story. I will be very, brief now, and give only the main 
points. The details I will relate when we have more 
time.'’^ 

It is not necessary to repeat Leonardos story, as the reader 
knows it already. It will be remembered that when we left- 
him he had made the journey from Boston to New York. 
We will take up the thread of his narrative at that point. 

Carlos had already apologized to Mr. Werner, saying: 

You will pardon us for speaking in English; we can 
talk more readily and to the point. All shall be explained 
to you afterward. 

^^I arrived in New York, said Leonard, about two 
hours ago — it is now ten o^clock, I believe. I at once pro- 
ceeded to Mr. Duncan^s house, and requested to see him 
alone, giving my name as the Eeverend Mr. Withers. It is 
perhaps not surprising that he failed to recognize me at 
first, but I soon made myself known. And, as he had 
already heard your story, you are prepared to believe that 
he gave me rather a warm reception. Well, I told my 
story. While I was telling it I saw he had something on 
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judge that I was unprepared for the first question he asked, 
which was ‘^if I would like to see my cousin Carlos?^ ‘'Of 
course I would/ I replied, not dreaming what was to follow. 
But you know what followed. He brought me here, and 
here I am. It is safe to say that nothing more surprising 
ever happened during the whole course of my life. And 
now here we are, all together, with business of the most 
important kind before us.'’^ 

^‘'Yes, business of the most important kind//repeated 
Mr. Duncan, emphatically. And he muttered in an under- 
tone, half to himself: And I’ll wager that he’ll carry it 

through. I said it wasn’t easy to outwit him.” 

After a good night’s rest we will proceed upon it in 
earnest,” continued Leonard. 

After a good night’s rest!” exclaimed Carlos, who 
seemed anxious to do something at once. 

Yes,” replied Leonard. We all need it; or, at least, 
you and I do. And there is nothing to be done to-night.” 

The wisdom of this course was apparent, and was soon 
admitted by all. 

I suppose you are safe enough here,” said Leonard to 
Carlos. I shall go to a hotel. It will be prudent, per- 
haps, for you and I not to be seen together, at all events 
until I have consulted with Mr. Stark. What connection 
can you, a pupil of Mr. Werner, be supposed to have with 
me, the Kev. Mr. Withers?” 

Just so,” said Mr. Duncan. You are right.” 

And,” resumed Leonard, I should like to stop where 
there is a telegraph office near at hand.” 

y There is a telegraph ofiice in the United States Hotel,” 
said Mr. Duncan. 

Very well, I will put up there. And now good-night, 
Carlos. I will see you to-morrow, probably. Gute nacht. 
Herr Werner.” * ^ 

They separated, Carlos remaining with Mr. Werner, Mr. 
Duncan going to his own home, and Leonard proceeding 
to the United States Hotel. 

The next day was Sunday, but, feeling that no time must 
be lost, Leonard dispatched a message to Mr. Stark, early 
in the morning. It bore the following cautious wording: 

“Mb. Stake, Custom House, Boston: 

“ The property is found. 

“(Signed) Kev. Mr. Withers.” 


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He had confidence that its meaning would be understood 
by Mr. Stark; and he was not mistaken. 

In an hour a reply came, which read as follows: 

“Kev. Mr. Withers, U. S. Hotel, N. Y. : 

“'I will be with you to-day. Meet me at the place where I told you 
to call. Stark.” 

Leonard estimated that Mr. Stark would have to make 
some preparations before leaving Boston, and that he would 
reach' New York in the evening, on the same train that had 
brought ^^Rev. Mr. Withers the night before. So he was 
in no haste to show himself at the appointed place. 

He passed most of the day in his room, reading the daily 
papers, and reflecting on the matters in which he was so 
immediately concerned. 

He reviewed the situation, formed plans to suggest to 
Mr. Stark, and arranged his thoughts to be submitted to 
the detective in the most concise manner possible. He sent 
a note to Carlos, informing him that matters were pro- 
gressing, but stating that he thought it not best to call on 
him during the day. 

In the latter part of the afternnon he walked to No. — 
Twelfth street. 

He was met at the door by a woman, who instantly 
smiled, and greeted him cordially. 

^^Good afternoon, Mr. Withers! We will be glad to see 
you. Please walk in.^^ 

She was a comely woman, aged about forty years, rather 
portly, and had a wholesome, shrewd-looking face. She 
was dressed in black. 

Leonard evinced some surprise at her ready recognition 
of him, though he remembered that Mr. Stark had pre- 
dicted that he would be known. 

The woman urged him not to delay going in, and as soon 
as he had entered the hall, she closed the door and 
locked it. 

^^Mr. Stark sent you, of course,^^ she said. ^^You are 
to wait in this room, and we are not to have any conversa- 
tion with you until he comes. Do you wish a lunch 

No, thank you. That is, not at present. I will wait 
until Mr. Stark comes, and then we can take it together.'’^ 

^^Yery well. I hope you will pass the time pleasantly. 
There are books and papers/^ 


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Leonard had been shown into a room adjoining the hall, 
and here the woman left him alone. He reflected, with 
wonder and admiration, on Mr. Stark^s system of arrange- 
ments, and patiently awaited the arrival of the detective. 

The latter made his appearance shortly after eight o^’clock. 
After brief greetings, a lunch was brought in, and the two 
were left together. 

^^You say you have found hirn,^^ said Mr. Stark, im- 
mediately entering on the business in hand. 

Yes; he is staying with a musician named Werner, not 
a great distance from here — perhaps ten minutes^ walk. 

^^How did he escape 

Leonard related briefly the adventures of Carlos. 

Mr. Stark made no comment. 

What steps have you taken asked Leonard. 

Hone, except to advertise the yacht. 

Have you much confidence that the owner will put in 
an appearance 

^^We must wait and see,^^ was the non-coiUmittal an- 
swer. 

Some measures ought to be put in operation at once.,^^ 

^^Undoubtedly. Have you anything to suggest?'^ 

‘^Yes,^^ replied Leonard, after some deliberation. ^^This 
Snags, of whom I told you, will probably take alarm at my 
flight and get out of the way. Besides, as I further men- 
tioned, he and Eoake are probably the tools of others whom 
they would not betray. So it is desirable to do something 
more than merely arrest them, and seize the smuggled goods 
— even if the former could be accomplished.'’^ 

Go on,^'’ said Mr. Stark, as Leonard paused. 

This deaf and dumb fellow who attends to the boats at 
Eocky Beach is evidently in the employ of the villains, and 
he is a poor ignorant devil. My idea is that they have got 
possession of him in some way, and impressed him with 
the belief that he is in a sense their property. He has a 
hang-dog look, like one without ambition, or at least 
without the knowledge that there is any possibility of chang- 
ing his condition. Yet there is a discontented expres- 
sion about his face, and he has a bright eye, and not a bad 
head.^’ 

Yes,^^ said Mr. Stark, as Leonard again paused. 

Well,'’'’ resumed Leonard, ‘^^if we could get possession 
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somebody, perhaps he could impart some valuable informa- 
tion. He must be possessed of some. And there would be 
no use in pumping him where he is, for I believe he stands 
in a sort of terror of his masters.^'’ 

Can he talk in any way, either by the dumb signs or by 
writing?^'’ 

That I donT know.'’^ 

^^The experiment may be worth trying. We will con- 
sider it. And now I have something to propose. Has your 
cousin plenty of nerve?” 

Yes,” replied Leonard, smiling, ^^when he is set on in 
the right way.” 

^nVhat can he do?” 

^^In the way of business do you mean? Hot much, I am 
afraid. His father brought him up very indulgently. But 
he is a good musician.” 

Just the thing. We'll fix him up as a young Dutch- 
man. I believe you said he spoke the language?” 

Like a native.” 

^^WeTl send him to Dalton as a music teacher, and let 
him take observations.” 

Leonard was not prepared for this novel proposition, and 
he considered a moment before replying. 

Do you think it would be safe?” he asked. 

Yes, if he has a respectable amount of tact. CanT you 
take me to him?” 

""Yes. As I said, it is only a short walk to where he is 
stopping.” 

""Then come on.” 

So Leonard and Mr. Stark started out and turned their 
steps in the direction of Mr. Werner^s place of abode. 


CHAPTER XVIII. 

GEOFPKEY HAYWOOD^S SECRET JOURKEY. 

Leaving Leonard Lester, Carlos Conrad, and Mr. Stark 
together, concocting their plans, we will turn again to Dal- 
ton and its neighborhood. 

Every one believed Carlos guilty. The evidence (of 
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the chapter devoted to that purpose) pointed to no other 
conclusion. 

Consequently the sentiment on the subject was well-nigh 
unanimous, unless exception be made of the few whose 
sympathies were excited by the prisoner's pale, refined 
face, and those who attached importance to Mr. Eoyalton's 
closing speech, hinting at new and surprising develop- 
ments. 

Mr. Geoffrey Haywood, when the examination was con- 
cluded, passed through the crowd with the air of one who 
had done his duty, and with an expression of very becom- 
ing and impressive sadness. 

He proceeded to his store, which was of course closed, 
and the doors and shutters of which were draped in black. 
He stepped within, and soon emerged, bending his footsteps 
in the direction of Elm Grove. He paid Florence Darby, 
the late Colonel Conrad's ward, a short visit, offering words 
of consolation, and informing her that he had made ar- 
rangements for attendants during the night upon the re- 
mains of Colonel Conrad, which lay in state in the parlor. 

He suggested that she permit him to send Torn, with a 
horse and buggy, to bring her friend, Mabel Cummings, to 
bear her company for a few days during her loneliness and 
sorrow. To this she assented, and then Mr. Haywood took 
his departure, announcing that he would call during the 
forenoon of the succeeding day. 

It was now after eight o'clock in the evening. Mr. Hay- 
wood again proceeded to his store, and locked himself within, 
where he remained for some time. 

He heard the train arrive and depart which w^as to convey 
Officer George Johnson and Carlos to Hillsdale. Another 
hour passed. 

Then Mr. Haywood emerged from his store again, carry- 
ing a small satchel in his hand, and proceeded to the rail- 
road depot. 

Within ten minutes he was on board the train which was 
carrying Carlos from Hillsdale and on to safety. But, as 
has been before stated, he had no knowledge or suspicion of 
the presence of the escaped prisoner. 

The station at which he alighted was perhaps a mile from 
the village which it was designed to accommodate. At that 
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only the baggageman, switch-tender, and an old woman 
who climbed aboard the train. 

Mr. Haywood alighted at the opposite side of the track 
from which the depot stood, and quietly stepped beneath a 
shed. After the train departed again, the baggageman 
and switch-tender went within doors, and no living soul 
was in sight. 

Then Mr. Haywood stepped cautiously forth, and, after 
a glance all around, walked briskly down a road that led in 
an opposite direction from the village. It was a road that 
was but little traveled, as was indicated by the thrifty growth 
of grass. 

He proceeded half a mile, and then climbed a fence and 
made his way across a field. Another field was traversed, 
and then there appeared a thick clump of woods. Mr. Hay- 
wood plunged into the woods, and, with a readiness which 
indicated that the locality was familiar to him, made his 
W'ay to an immense tree. 

With surprising and undignified activity, he caught hold 
of a low-growing bough and swung himself up on one of 
the thick branches. At this elevation there was an aper- 
ture in the trunk of the tree which afforded access to a 
capacious cavity. Producing a small dark lantern from his 
pocket, and drawing the slide from the glass, Mr. Haywood 
proceeded to make a change in his toilet. 

He divested himself of his black coat and donned a long 
linen duster which he took from the satchel. For his glossy 

beaveF^ he substituted a rough- looking slouch hat. Then, 
after taking a brown mask from the satchel, he put therein 
the discarded garments, and thrust the satchel into the hol- 
low place in the tree. The dark lantern he disposed of in 
a similar way. Next he tied his long whiskers back under 
his chin and fitted the mask over his face. 

These preparations being completed, he descended to the 
ground. Kesuming his walk, he soon emerged from the 
woods, and came to an open space. 

He was near the sea-coast, and the sound of the wind and 
the waves could be distinctly heard. He walked with cau- 
tion, listening and peering intently in every direction. 

Soon he came to the edge of a high bluff, and began a 
steep, precipitous descent. This brought him to the ocean^s 
edge. 

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at a rapid pace, feeling secure against unwelcome meetings. 

In fifteen minutes he was at Rocky Beach. 

Why he should have taken this circuitous, laborious, and 
secret route to reach a point that was a pleasant four miles^ 
ride from Dalton, will duly appear. 

He halted within a few rods of the rocky cavern, and 
blew a signal on a small, shrill whistle. 

Ho answer came. 

He blew again, and the signal remained unregarded, to 
his evident vexation. 

The next instant he was startled by*the sound of rapid 
footsteps. Roake and Snags came running from the cave, 
uttering cries of anger and alarm. They came almost upon 
Haywood. 

^^Here he isV’ shouted Snags. 

^MVhat^s the matter, boysT asked Haywood, in a iow 
tone. 

That’s the boss, you fool,” exclaimed Roake. 

Both the men stopped suddenly, uttering suppressed im- 
precations. 

What is the trouble?” demanded Haywood. 

Trouble enough,” replied Roake. ^^The bird has 
flown.” 

What! you don’t mean Lester?” 

^^Yes; that’s lust who I mean. He has given us the 
slip.” 

How in Satan’s name did that happen?” 

^^Why, we had to get in the goods, and there was no 
place to keep him except — you know where. We gave him 
some wine that was fixed, and he went to sleep. But the 
efl:ect passed off sooner than we expected, and while we were 
all up in the loft he stepped out.” 

"" Curse the luck! How long was it before you discovered 
that he was gone?” 

don’t know. I told Ratter to go down and shut the 
door, but he waited some little time, being hard at work. 
When he did go down he yelled up the news to us, and 
Snags and I rushed out, leaving the others up there. But 
here we are talking, when we ought to be after him. I 
wonder which way he went.” 

^ The three men commenced an active search in various 
directions. In a moment Snags exclaimed, with an oath: 

One of the boats is gone!” 


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All three rushed to the spot. 

^^Yes/^ exclaimed Eoake, ^^and it^s the Gull — the fastest 
one we\e got. There^s not another’ yacht here that can 
catch it. There is no use in pursuing him.^^ 

It wonT do to give up that way,^^ replied Haywood. 

He canT have gone a great distance. Take the other 
boat and go after him. 

I tell you it^s no use.^^ 

And I tell you nothing must be left untried. Go!^'^ 

Haywood was evidently the boss^^ in earnest, for Eoake 
instantly prepared to start. 

ril take the little Fleetwing/^ he said, for I canT do 
anything with thisunwieldly old hulk here.^^ 

He referred to the larger yacht that stood close to the 
one that Leonard had taken. The Fleetwing was one of 
the regular boats kept at Eocky Beach for the accommoda- 
tion of visitors. 

Eoake ran up the beach a few rods, sprang into the 
Fleetwing, and set sail, leaving Snags and Haywood on the 
shore. 

Snags soon spoke. 

Boss,^^ said he, in a mysterious tone, I must know 
who you are to-night. I must see you without that mask 
on, too.'’^ 

What do you mean?^^ demanded Haywood. 

I mean that Fve worked in the dark long enough. I 
have never seen your face, nor heard your real name. You 
have given all your orders to Eoake, and all your confidence. 
He has been tjie favored one.^^ 

Well, Snags, said Haywood, soothingly, ^^you know 
I cannot be too cautious. A secret is best kept by a 
few. 

‘^Hot if those who have a right to know it are kept in 
the dark. However, we wonT argue that. Fve got some- 
thing to tell you. I havenT told Eoake yet. I preferred to 
wait and see you. Eoake sent me to Elm Grovechat night, 
by your order, not to do what I did do, but to see what was 
going on. I was to steal into the house, open Colonel Con- 
rad^’s private desk, and see if I could find any papers of im- 
portance — a will, for instance. I know why I was sent. It 
was because Eoake had not the courage, and, besides, he 
wouldnT know a will from a search-warrant. Is not this all 

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All true/^ assented Haywood. 

The murder was not in the plan/^ continued Snags, 
with a shudder. I did it in self-defense, for the colonel 
saw me and turned on me. I had nothing to do but the 
thing I did do, and it will haunt me all my life. But never 
mind that. What I have to tell you is that I did find 
something.^^ 

^^Ahr 

Haywood was betrayed in the act of showing surprise. 

Yes, I found something that you would like to see.'’^ 

Was it a will?'’^ 

Ho, it was a letter, or part of one. But I_think he had 
made a will — a new one.^^ 

Why do you think that?^^ asked Haywood in agitation. 

Because the letter spoke of it, among other things. It 
was addressed to Timothy Tibbs Dalton. 

Yes, his lawyer. And there was an envelope directed 
to him on the table.^^ 

^ MV as there said Snags. didnT notice that. The 
letter was what I saw, and secured.'’^ 

You took it, did you? Where is it now?^^ 

That is the secret that I offer in exchange for yours. 

That of my identity — my name and face, you mean.^^ 

Yes.^" 

Haywood reflected. 

How am I to know that the letter will be of any value 
to me?^^ he asked. 

You can take my word for it, or I will repeat part of its 
contents to you. I have read it often enough to remember 
it pretty well. But first I must tell you that it is not com- 
plete. In pulling it from his hand I tore it, leaving a frag- 
ment in his grip. He was holding it and reading it over. 
That missing piece contains some important words, too, but 
probably they can be guessed at.^^ 

Well, well, I havenT much time to spare. Eepeat the 
contents of the letter, as nearly as you can remember. 

Snags thereupon whispered a few words in Haywood^s 
ear, to which the latter listended with great intentness. 
They seemed to be of vital import, judging from their effect 
on Haywood. 

Give me the fetter P he exclaimed. And the fragment 

torn off — where is that?^^ 

Carlos Conrad has it/^ 


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Ah! Why did you not take it from him?^^ 

Because he was too lively for me. Koake has told 
you of his flight and my pursuit^ and my catching the 
wrong man?’^ 

^^Yes.^^ 

Well, you see the secret of Colonel Conrad^s last mes- 
sage lies between Carlos Conrad and myself. Put what I 
know and what he knows together, and something will be 
revealed that you want to know. My share is for sale at the 
price I have named. 

Very well. You have told Eoake nothing of this?^^ 

Then give me the letter. 

^^The price first. 

Snags drew the letter from his pocket and held it aloft. 

^‘^My name is Geoffrey Haywood. How look at me.^^ 

Haywood tore away the mask and turned his face full on 
Snags. The light of the moon enabled the latter to take a 
satisfactory view of the countenance of his hitherto un- 
known ^^boss.-’^ 

He made no comment, but silently delivered the letter. 
Haywood, replacing the mask, put the letter carefully in 
his pocket, and said: 

You got all the goods in?^^ 

^^Yes.^^ 

^^Good! You had better send the men off, and set the 
cataract going immediately. I must be off. I have less 
than an hour to reach the station and catch the train that 
will take me in Dalton before daylight. If you wish to see 
me at anytime, drop a note in the post-office, mention the 
time and place, and sign your name Bullfinch. Good- 
night."^^ 

And Haywood hastened down the beach, to retrace his 
steps through the fields and woods, and make his return trip 
to Dalton. 

He was unconscious that a skulking form followed him, 
watching his every movement, and that when he stopped 
in the woods to cast off his disguise, a pair of eager eyes 
were fixed upon him. 

He accomplished his return safely, and, as he supposed, 
secretly, and breathed a sigh of relief, when, after passing 
through the silent and deserted streets of Dalton, he locked 
himself within his own store. 


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CHAPTEE XIX. 

THEEE IKTEEV IE WS. 

It must be remembered that the examination of Carlos 
had taken place on Friday, and that on that evening fol- 
lowed his escape, as well as the secret visit of Geoffrey Hay- 
wood to Eocky Beach. 

On Saturday morning the news of the prisoners flight 
spread like wild-fire through Dalton. Officer George John- 
son was not a hero on that occasion. The time of the towns- 
people was divided between commenting on his inefficiency 
and lack of vigilance, and the probability of the recapture 
of Carlos. It was almost universally agreed that, since 
Leonard Lester had succeeded so well in obliterating all 
traces of his movements, Carlos had like means of making 
his way to parts unknown. Still all effoits were made to 
trace the fugitive. The surrounding country was scoured, 
and brief telegrams were sent to the police of the different 
cities. 

The body of Colonel Conrad was still lying in the man- 
sion at Elm Grove. The funeral was appointed to take 
place on the following day — Sunday. 

During Saturday Geoffrey Haywood was full of business. 
This was to be expected, considering the importance of the 
case and the emergencies that had arisen. And what was 
more natural and proper than that Mr. Haywood, the 
nephew of Colonel Conrad, and the intimate, trusted friend 
of the family, should be active in all measures which the 
exigencies of the occasion called up? He was his usual, 
calm, serene self, dignified, guarded, and forbidding in 
manner. 

During the forenoon he called on Timothy Tibbs, Esq., 
the lawyer to whom the envelope was addressed that had 
been found on Colonel Conrad^s table. Lawyer Tibbs was 
somewhat advanced in years, and long devotion to business 
had rendered his face an impenetrable array of clear-cut 
features. He was called a hard business man, yet one of 
strict integrity. He had been Colonel Conrad^s confidential 
attorney and counselor. 


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You will pardon me/’ said Haywood, ^^for introducing 
the subject of my lamented uncle^s atfairs so soon after his 
melancholy death. But circumstances have occurred, as 
you know, that render immediate investigation and action 
necessary.'’^ 

You refer to the escape of young Conrad 
I refer to the escape of the murderer. You had charge, 
I believe, of some of the business matters of the late Colonel 
Conrad. 

‘‘ L had the honor, I may say, of conducting whatever 
legal transactions he was engaged in.^^ 

Exactly. You drew up his deeds, mortgages, convey- 
ances, and — his will.'’’’ 

^^Yes, sir.^^ 

You are aware, I suppose,^^ said Haywood, ^^that on the 
morning of the discovery of the murder, an envelope di- 
rected to yourself was found on his table. 
am aware that such was the case.^^ 

But it contained no letter. 

It contained no letter, said Mr. Tibbs. 

Had he consulted you lately on any business matters of 
importance 

The lawyer coughed slightly, as if he did not quite ap- 
prove of the question. He replied: 

As to what you might regard as a business matter of im- 
portance I have not, perhaps, a clear idea. And the term 
^ lately^ is rather an indefinite one.'’^ 

^MVell, we will say within a week,^"' said Mr. Haywood, 
ignoring the first clause of Mr. Tibbs^ remark. 

I have not seen him within a week.'’-^ 

And have you had no intimation that he wished to con- 
sult you? Has he sent you no message? Has he sought no 
advice — or aid — in reference to making — in reference to the 
disposal of his property ?^^ 

The lawyer looked at Haywood sharply before replying. 
Then he said, slowly and distinctly: 

Colonel Conrad, the day before his death, requested 
the loan of a book containing forms and directions for mak- 
ing wills, and I sent such a book to him. I have had no 
word from him since. 

Haywood felt an inward thrill as he heard these words, 
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the information he was seeking, and proceeded at once to 
cover his tracks. 

You mistake what I am trying to get at, Mr. Tibbs, 
he said. I trust I am not so mercenary as to have any 
thought concerning his will thus early. I am thinking of 
the box of money he received. It cannot be found about 
the house, nor was it deposited in the bank, and I imagined 
that you might possibly know something concerning its dis- 
posal, as you have aided him in placing several of his invest- 
ments.^^ 

I know nothing about the money, replied Mr. Tibbs, 
coldly. If I had, I should have appeared at the examina- 
tion to testify in regard to it. Is it not supposed that the 
murderer or his accomplice made way with it 

Yes; such, I believe, is the supposition,^^ said Hay- 
wood, apologetically, but the inquiry I have made sug- 
gested itself to my mind this morning, and — well, there cer- 
tainly is no- harm done. However, I will not detain you 
longer, Mr. Tibbs. Good-morning.^^ 

Good-morning,^^ returned the lawyer. 

As Haywood left he congratulated himself on his shrewd 
management of the conversation; but Mr. Tibbs was not 
entirely blinded. He muttered to himself: 

‘^1 wonder what Haywood was driving at. His concern 
about the box of gold was a pretense to cover something 
else. Can it be the coloneFs will that he is worried about 

And Mr. Tibbs resolved to be guarded and watchful to- 
ward Haywood. 

Haywood next called on Mr. Eoyalton, the lawyer, who 
had acted in behalf of Carlos at the examination. 

So your client has escaped, Mr. Eoyalton, he said, as 
he entered the lawyers^ office. 

I understand that he has,^^ was the reply, delivered with 
a cool bow. 

A very unwise proceeding, I should judge, if your boast 
yesterday amounted to anything. 

To what boast do you refer, sir?^^ 

Why, to those remarks in your closing speech to the 
effect that the natives were to be astonished by some very 
startling developments that would shield the young villain 
from harm. But, perhaps, the escape was the grand stroke 
of policy you referred to/'' 


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If you intend that as a jest, Mr. Haywood, we will con- 
sider it a witty one, and let it pass.^^ 

Haywood bit his lips at this rejoinder, and looked askant 
into Mr. Eoyalton'^s face, which certainly did not bear an 
expression of warm cordiality. 

Well, Mr. Koyalton,^^ he said, after a moment, ^^Ihave 
come to ask you a question. You are aware that an en- 
velope directed to Mr. Timothy Tibbs was found bn Colonel 
Conrad's table, and the supposition is that it was intended 
to convey a letter or message of some kind. What I want 
to ask is, if your client made mention of discovering any 
such letter when he com — when the murder was com- 
mitted." 

Has it struck you, Mr. Haywood, that it is rather an 
absurd proceeding for a man to question a lawyer concern- 
ing his client's admissions or actions?" 

But this is nothing that need criminate him or affect 
his prospects one way or the other," said Haywood, un- 
easily. 

Of that you will allow me to be the judge. However, 
I have no objection to answering your question. Young 
Conrad found no letter." 

Nor any portion of one?" 

This was an incautious question. Haywood's eagerness 
had led him to overstep himself. The lawyer was upon him 
in a moment. With a piercing glance jand a sharp voice, 
he asked, quickly: 

Why do you say ^portion of onef Mr. Haywood?" 

It was only on rare occasions that Geoffrey Haywood 
found himself confused. This was one of them. He had 
made a blunder, and was for the instant alarmed. He stam- 
mered forth: 

Why, because — that is, for no particular reason; but 
every little clew is worth following up." 

Clew to what?" demanded Mr. Koyalton, with an offen- 
sive voice and frown which he knew well how to assume. 

Why, to his guilt, or to Colonel Conrad's last wishes. 
As a friend to him and his family, you know, I am bound 
to take all measures to serve their interests. 

And, sir, as my client's attorney, I am bound to serve 
his interests in every proper way. I am free to say, how- 
ever — overlooking your singular presumption in trying to 
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iug; for I am confident that in the end we should have 
beaten youJ^ 

I don^t believe it/^ retorted Haywood^ angrily, rising 
from the chair in which he was sitting. will bid you 
good-day, Mr. Eoyalton.^^ 

Ha, ha!^^ chuckled the lawyer, when Haywood was 
gone. Two points made; I frightened him and provoked 
him. My dear sir, you musnT leave such plain tracks, or 
the hounds of justice will soon be upon you.^^ 

Haywood left Mr. Eoyalton^s office in no very amiable 
mood. But his serene demeanor, when once in the street, 
betrayed no disquieting emotions. 

His next visit was to Elm Grove. After passing a few 
moments with Florence, uttering well-chosen words of con- 
solation and condolence, he sought Barker, the servant, 
found him walking idly about the garden, pulling a weed 
now and then, or removing a stone from a choice fiower- 
bed. He seemed downcast and forlorn. 

Good-morning, Barker, said Mr. Haywood, joining 
him in his walk. ^^This calamity affects you as well as the 
rest of us. Colonel Conrad was a man we all loved. 

Yes, sir, that he was,^^ replied Barker. 

And you have been very faithful and considerate in this 
time of trouble, Barker.^^ 

Thank you, sir. I donT know as IVe done more than 
my duty.^^ 

^^To do one^s duty well is praiseworthy,^^ replied Mr. 
Haywood. ^^And now. Barker, I want to ask you a few 
questions. There is a great deal of mystery surrounding 
the affair, and the escape of young Conrad will, I am 
afraid, complicate matters still worse. I want to know if 
Colonel Conrad seemed to have any important business on 
hand shortly before his death. 

Well, sir, I think he did. He was writing all the day 
before, more especially after you called. He didnT allow 
any one to see him or speak to him except when he wanted 
some little service of me.'’^ 

You were in his room, then? Did you see him writ- 
ing 

^^Yes, sir; and perhaps I should say that once toward 
evening he called me and Polly, the kitchen girl, in, and 
made us sign something. 

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formation. He was silent for an interval before trusting 
his voice to speak again. What was it that you signed 

That I couldnT say, sir. I didnT read it.'’^ 

Are you sure it was not a receipt for wages he had paid 
you?^^ 

Ho, sir, it was not that. There would be no occasion 
for Polly^s signing such a receipt with me. And I hope 
you donT think I shall be asking for any wages that have 
been paid once. He might never take a receipt, and I 
wouldnT do that.^^ 

^^Ho, no. Barker, I had no such thought. Even if you 
were disposed to such a course, which I know you are not, I 
could put you beyond the necessity for it.^^ 

How, sir?^^ 

I will tell you presently. But just try to recollect some- 
thing about the nature of the document you signed. 

canT do that,^^ insisted Barker. tell you I didnT 
read it. Polly and I, the colonel said, were to be witnesses, 
whatever that meant. 

^^Did you notice whether the colonel had signed it?^^ 

^^Oh, yes, sir. He wrote his name right before our 
eyes.'’^ 

So that you would know that it was his signature 

Yes, sir, that was it.*^^ 

^^Well, Barker, said Mr. Haywood, after a pause, 

would you like to earn a hundred dollars easily 

Of course I would, sir.^^ 

Listen, then. You can do it by solemnly promising, 
in the eyes of your Maker, that you will never breathe a 
word to any living soul concerning that document you 
signed. 

That wonT be much of a job, sir.^^ ** 

But wait; how about Polly? She must remain silent, 
also.^^ 

I think I can manage her,^^ said Barker, with a grin. 

I caught her stealing some of the silver plate once, and 
since that time she has been — well, she^s sort of under my 
thumb. She won’t dare do anything I forbid her.” 

So much the better. Tell her not to breathe a word, 
and give her any reason you like.” 

I’ll see to it",” replied Barker. Were you going to do 
as handsomely by her as you have promised to do by me?” 

I donT know. It won’t be necessary now.” 


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^^You might give me her share,^^ said Barker, with 
a leer. 

^^Oh, hoP laughed Haywood. ^^You would he getting 
a double portion in that case.^^ 

I know it/^ replied Barker; and his leer transformed 
itself into an impudent stare. ^^But isn^t it worth it to 
you?^^ 

^^To me?^^ said Haywood, uneasily, for Barker^s humble 
demeanor had changed to something that looked very much 
like a disposition to grasp at a real or fancied advantage. I 
don^t know as it is to me personally. 

Oh, sir, I am sure it is. You had better give me the 
two hundred dollars. 

His tone was that of a demand, rather than a suggestion. 
He had immediately divined that Haywood had some secret 
object in view, and was evidently resolved not to sell him- 
self too cheaply. 

Haywood took a look at the man, and read him. 

All right, he replied. ^^The money shall be yours. 
Here are one hundred dollars, and I will give you the balance 
on Monday. 

Thank you, sir.^^ 

And mind you keep the secret well.^^ 

^^As close as the lips of the dead man in the house, 
sir.-^^ 

And if you ever want any little service done. Barker, 
come to me.^^ 

I will, sir,^^ replied Barker, grinning significantly, after 
Haywood^s back was turned. 

The two men then separated, having completed their 
evil compact. 

On the morrow, under the solemn Sabbath skies, they 
were to appear as mourners in the train that was to convey 
the body that lay in the stricken house to its last resting- 
place, one bowed in humble grief, as befitted his station, 
and the other in ostentatious, stately sorrow. 


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CHAPTEE XX. 

AN ADVENTUKE THAT BEFELL THE EEY. MR. WITHERS. 

Four days after the meeting between Carlos and Leonard, 
the latter was seated with Mr. Stark, the detective, in his 
office in Boston. They were reviewing the measures that 
had thus far been taken, and discussing plans for future 
action. Leonard still retained his disguise, and we 
shall know him, for the present, as the Eeverend Mr. 
Withers. 

There is no mistake about Haywood being the man 
who claimed the yacht said Stark. 

replied Mr. Withers. I recognized him from 
my post of observation instantly. And the man you left in 
charge of the boat was positive that he took the cards from 
the locker, and put them in his pocket. 

Well, that is something. And he claimed that the yacht 
belonged to some poor devil at Kocky Beach, who makes a 
living by letting boats 

^^Yes. He took a very compassionate interest in his 
affairs, saying that, being in Boston, on a business trip, he 
had consented to perform the errand. 

^^All this is suggestive, but not conclusive, said Mr. 

Stark. I have found out that Jacob Eush, Xo. 99 

street, Jersey Ci^y, is a wholesale dealer, in a small way, 
in imported goods. If there is anything wrong about him, 
I have failed to discover it. However, a watch shall be 
kept on his establishment, and, if he has any connection 
with Haywood, or with the smugglers, we will know it.'’^ 

Do you hope to accomplish anything speedily 

Xo; to tell the truth, I do not. It is going to take 
time. This ^ Boss,^ of whom Snags spoke, will, of course, 
keep himself in the dark, and to discover him must be one 
of our main purposes. 

With that discovery, said Mr. Withers, ^^the secret of 
•Colonel Conrad^s murder will be brought to light. 

Undoubtedly — if we ascertain the whole truth." 

And the meaning of the words ^ seven o^clock.-"" 


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Yes, if they have any meaning.” 

"‘What shall be the first step?” inquired Mr. Withers. 

“ I have decided,” replied Mr. Stark, “to adopt the plan 
you suggested, of getting possession of the deaf mute who 
is employed at Eocky Beach. I will lay before you my 
manner of accomplishing it.” 

The mode of operation described by Mr. Stark shall be 
made known by relating how it was carried out. The two 
remained in consultation for some time; and two days after- 
ward a stranger appeared in Dalton, registering his name in 
the hotel as the Eeverend Mr. Withers. He represented 
himself to be in pursuit of recreation and health. 

He took pedestrian excursions about the surrounding 
country, and was enthusiastic in his praises of the beauties 
of the scenery. In his meanderings through the streets of 
Dalton he met Haywood a few times, who seemed the em- 
bodiment of respectability and serenity. One of his excur- 
sions on foot led him past Elm Grove; and, on inquiring 
at the hotel concerning the ownership of that elegant resi- 
dence, he was regaled with a full account of the murder of 
Colonel Conrad, and the attendant circumstances. 

He gave polite attention to the story, and expressed a 
hope that the murderer would be brought to justice. 

Finally, one pleasant afternoon, he walked to Eocky 
Beach, remarking, on starting, that the exercise of making 
the journey on foot would be agreeable and beneficial to him. 

On arriving at his destination, he took note of the pecu- 
liarities of the place. There was a long stretch of sandy 
beach, with rocks scattered about and rising from the 
water. A few yards back the rocks rose abruptly in high 
crags, forming bluffs majestic and inaccessible in appear- 
ance. He was not long in discovering the entrance to the 
cavern, and, approaching it, he stood for some moments re- 
garding the dark opening in apparent curiosity and sur- 
prise. His movements were deliberate, like those of one 
seeking novel sights and new pleasures, and would not have 
betrayed, even to a close observer, the intense interest he 
felt in the place. 

In the door of a dilapidated cottage, situated by the side 
of an immense pile of rocks, stood the deaf mute. ^ 

Mr. Withers approached him, and spoke to him. The 
mute indicated his condition by signs. Mr. Withers ap- 
peared surprised and pained. 


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A painted board nailed to the side of the cottage set 
forth the terms for boats, fishing tackle, and sailing excur- 
sions. 

While Mr. Withers was explaining to the mute by signs 
that he desired the use of a boat, with hook, line, and bait, 
a man emerged from the cavern and sauntered toward the 
spot. Mr. Withers felt a thrill as he beheld him, but calmly 
awaited his approach. 

It was Eoake. 

I am trying to make this unfortunately afflicted person 
understand that I desire to try my luck at fishing, said 
Mr. Withers. I am moved with pity as I look on him, 
for it is painful to witness such deprivations of the natural 
faculties.-’^ 

^^Yes, Dummy knows what you want,^^ said Eoake. 
^^Hefil fix you out in a minute.'’^ 

^^How quick of perception he seems to be,^^ said Mr. 
Withers. Oftentimes the absence of one faculty lends 
additional keenness to the others. 

^^Oh, he^s smart enough around his business, replied 
Eoake. ^^He has worked for me here these five years. 

Is this a good day for fishing 

Pretty fair. I guess you won^t come in without catch- 
ing some.''^ 

Eoake was the personification of indolence. A wide- 
brimmed straw hat shaded his face, which had a sleepy, 
listless look. No one would have dreamed, from his ap- 
pearance, or from any observable surroundings, that Eocky 
Beach was devoted to any other purposes than fishing and 
sailing. 

What is this unfortunate man^s name?^^ inquired Mr. 
Withers. 

^^His name is Luke Felton, but we call him ^ Dummy ^ 
around here.-’^ 

That would seem to me too much like mocking his 
infirmity, rejoined Mr. Withers, in a solemn tone. 

Everything now being in readiness, Luke Felton mo- 
tioned to Mr. Withers to enter the boat. The mute fol- 
lowed, and took the oars. 

They were soon some distance from the shore, and 
dropped anchor. The fishing was good, and apparently 
afforded great excitement and delight to the Eeverend Mr. 
Withers. 


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The pleasure was prolonged until evening, when they 
returned to the shore. Eoake was awaiting them. 

There appears to he a natural cave in the bluff yonder/^ 
said Mr. Withers. ^^Is it open for exploration?^^ 

Yes,^^ replied Eoake. I can take you through it, if 
you wish.^^ 

They entered the cavern. Mr. Withers was only too fa- 
miliar with the place. They went over the route he had 
twice traversed before. There were the same tortuous 
passage-ways, dimly lighted by hanging lamps. Eoake said : 

^^We keep these lamps here in the summer and early 
fall, when there are a good many visitors about. It saves 
the trouble of carrying torches. 

A very good arrangement,^^ commented Mr. Withers. 

They soon came to the termination of the cavern. A 
foaming cataract of falling water greeted their vision. 

The visitor regarded it silently, and was apparently lost 
in admiration. 

^'A wonderful freak of nature, he observed. ^^The 
water, I suppose, comes from some subterranean spring, 
and continues its course through that opening below our 
feet. Does the supply never fail and leave the rocks behind 
the cataract bare?^^ 

was the reply. It flows the year round. 

Eoake betrayed no surprise or uneasiness at the question, 
and delivered his answer in a careless tone. Why should 
he feel concern? Hundreds of tourists had made the same 
inquiry, and received the same reply. And nothing could 
have been further from his thoughts than that his com- 
panion was the escaped captive, who knew the secret of the 
room behind the splashing waterfall. 

But the eyes of the Eeverend Mr. Withers were busy, and 
his thoughts active. 

^^They manage things well,^^ he thought. Nothing 
could be more unsuspicious in appearance than thi& place 
and everything connected with it. They select favorable 
nights to run in their goods, and have sentinels stationed, 
probably, to give notice of unwelcome approaches. 

After a time they returned to the open air again, and, as 
he stood on the beach gazing out on the moonlit ocean, Mr. 
Withers expressed a desire to take a sail. The night was 
lovely, there was a bracing breeze, and the prospect, he de- 
clared, was enticing. 


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Can you not loan me a sailing boat/^ he asked, with 
the mute — Luke Felton I think you said was his name — to 
manage it^"’ 

An affirmative reply was given, and forthwith Mr. 
Withers was seated in the Fleetwing with Dummy, as 
Koake persisted in calling him. 

The sail caught the wind, and the light craft darted 
rapidly over the blue waters. Mr. Withers made known 
by expressive pantomime that he was thrilled with pleasure, 
and Luke Felton guided the yacht with skillful hands. 

The land was left half a mile behind, and still Mr. With- 
ers was not satisfied. He indicated to his companion a 
circular course that would take them first past a point that 
projected from the shore, and then back to Eocky Beach 
by a circular course. The mute bowed assent, and pro- 
ceeded accordingly. 

Now was the time for an action determined upon by Mr. 
Withers. After the point was passed, he intimated a de- 
sire to try his hand at managing the yacht. This w^as at 
first opposed smilingly by Luke Felton, but his opposition 
was overruled. 

And as soon as Mr. Withers obtained control of the sail 
and tiller, he ran the boat directly toward the shore. He 
guided it skillfully into a little cove, bordered on two sides 
with rocks. 

Luke Felton rose to his feet in alarm, and pointed out 
the danger of striking on dangerous points. But Mr. 
Withers smiled. His pedestrian excursion about the en- 
virons of Dalton had not been made in vain. He had vis- 
ited the spot and taken careful note of its peculiarities. 

But Luke Felton remonstrated by an impressive gesture, 
and carried his objections to such a point that the Keverend 
Mr. Withers was obliged to display a pistol to reduce him 
to quietude. 

He had risen to his feet, and was uttering that peculiar 
nondescript cry with which mutes give vent to alarm or 
surprise. 

They were now within twenty feet of the shore. The 
water was not more than four feet deep. Mr. Withers dis- 
cerned a carriage on the shore, and two men standing close 
to the water’s edge. 

All ready!” he cried. 

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Then he suddenly gave a twist to the tiller and a pull to 
the rope controlling the sail^ and the yacht wheeled vio- 
lently around. The following instant Luke Felton felt 
himself precipitated forward hj a violent push, and in a 
second he was struggling in the water. But it was not deep 
enough to drown him, and one of the men quickly waded 
out and caught him by the collar. 

Mr. Withers saw this, as his yacht glided swiftly seaward. 
Passing safely out of the cove, he guided the boat in good 
style around the point and into the open sea opposite Kocky 
Beach. 

^^JSTow, Mr. Luke Felton,^^ he soliloquized, ^^you think 
you are the victim of some conspiracy, and so you are, but 
you are in good hands, and will be well treated. If you 
have any education, well and good, but if you have not, 
you will be taught enough to enable you to communicate 
what you know about this nest of villains who make Eocky 
Beach a place for their secret iniquities. 

He made steadily for the shore, but on arriving at a point 
so near that the moonlight would enable Roake to discern 
the yacht, he began to feign the most gross ignorance of its 
management. He allowed it to be driven hither and thither 
with the sail flapping in the breeze, the tiller at times dis- 
regarded, and was apparently in imminent danger of being 
capsized. 

Still he controlled it, although in a bungling manner, so 
that its general course was toward the shore. 

As he drew near Roake ran up and down the beach, shout- 
ing, wildly: 

WhaFs the matter he roared. Curse that dummy! 
Has he lost his wits?^^ 

Finally the yacht came drifting with the waves, the sail 
hanging loose, and grounded with a crunching sound on the 
gravelly bottom. 

The Reverend Mr. Withers was standing in the bow, 
grasping the mast, his hat gone, his hair flying in the wind, 
and his face expressing the utmost terror. Luke Felton 
was not to be seen. 

In answer to a loud demand for explanation, mingled 
with many oaths, Mr. Withers replied: 

Oh, my dear sir, the most terrible catastrophe has hap- 
pened! While ofl the point yonder a terriflc squall, or 
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most unaccountable way. Poor Mr. Felton was struck by 
this projecting piece of timber — yard-arm, do you call it? — 
and knocked into the water. 

The blundering hounds ejaculated Roake. What was 
he about 

Indeed I cannot tell, sir. He seemed to be possessed of 
great skill 

Blast his skill! Was he drowned? OouldnT you pick 
him up?’^ 

Do not ask me that. The boat was driven along with 
frightful velocity, and the poor, unfortunate creature has, I 
fear, met his fate 

Roake interrupted the speaker with another volley of 
oaths, for which he received a mild reproof. 

Mr. Withers picked up his hat from the bottom of the 
boat and leaped ashore, with pale face and trembling 
limbs. 

A most dreadful experience 1^^ he gasped; ‘^most dread- 
ful r 

^^Well, you neednT take on so,^^ said Roake, roughly, 
whose wrath began presen tlv to subside. ^^IPs no great 
loss.^^ 

Sir?^^ 

It^s no great loss, I say. He was in his own way, and 
everybody else^s. Being a kind of good-for-nothing, and 
unable to do anything for himself, I dare say he^s better off 
where he is."’"’ 

Poor man!^^ sighed Mr. Withers. It must be nearly 
morning now, is it not?^^ 

I should judge so,^^ responded Roake. ^^You were 
gone a duse of a while with your mischief. 

I can never forgive myself. But, as I can be of no ser- 
vice here, I will walk back to Dalton. I became chilled 
while sitting in the boat so long, and the exercise will 
arouse the circulation of my blood. Good-night, sir.^^ 

And the Reverend Mr. Withers started toward Dalton, 
uttering exclamations of regret as long as he was within 
hearing distance of Roake. 

He arrived at the hotel just as the inmates of that estab- 
lishment were rising. He gave a sorrowful account of his 
adventure, and early in the forenoon left Dalton by rail. 

At a point agreed upon, he met two men, having in 
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on that evening the unfortunate mute of Eocky Beach 
was placed in an asylum for the education of the deaf and 
dumh. 


CHAPTER XXL 

F L 0 K E N C E DARLEY. 

Elm Grove was a beautiful spot, though a desolute one 
since the murder of its master. At least so thought 
Florence Darley, who had bestowed on Colonel Conrad the 
love of a daughter, and who had received from him a 
parents care. She was a beautiful girl — this Florence 
Darley, beautiful in the possession of a pair of glorious dark 
eyes. No other portion of her face was particularly strik- 
ing — not that any of her features were what would be called 
plain — but in her eyes, with their capacity for expression, 
lay her chief attractiveness so far as mere appearance went. 
To say that she was amiable in disposition, high-spirited, 
and fascinating in manner is but simply to state the un- 
varnished truth. There was a charm about her presence 
and bearing that had, as has been stated early in this nar- 
rative, made a deep impression on Carlos Conrad. And if, 
in recounting his experiences after the tragedy, no mention 
has been made of Florence Darley, it must not be inferred 
that his thoughts had not often dwelt upon her. 

A month passed, and the excitement in Dalton over the 
murder subsided in a great measure. All efforts to trace 
Carlos had failed, and the thoughts of the townspeople 
wandered to him only when some incidental circumstances 
called the subject up. 

One afternoon in October, Florence Darley sat on the 
piazza of the mansion at Elm Grove, with her friend Mabel 
Cummings, a young lady of about her own age, and her 
trusted confidante. 

Florence, you ought not to allow your sorrow to keep 
you so housed up,^^ said Mabel. ^^You are growing pale 
and thin, and you will injure your health."^^ 

I am well,^^ replied Florence, and I have no disposi- 
tion to seek recreation. Colonel Conrad was all that a 
father could be to me, and vou can never know how I miss 
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he was a good man, though people did call him 
eccentric. How strange that he should have bothered 
his head so over the machinery. I have heard that his 
workshop was a perfect curiosity.'"^ 

He had a genius for mechanics/^ said Florence, with a 
half smile, and I have often sat near him by the hour as 
he toiled with his files, and lathes, and wheels. I used to 
ask him questions to make him laugh when he would get 
tired and out of patience with his work.^^ 

What did he ever make? Did he invent anything 
I don^t know whether he invented anything new or not. 
He made a very curious rat-trap, that caught six rats alive, 
and left them facing each other in a little circle of wire 
stalls. And then he got up a model of a mowing-machine 
and gave it to some farmer, who, I believe, had one made 
on a larger scale and got it patented. But the most won- 
derful thing was the large clock in his study. He worked 
for months on it, and put it up, frame and all, himself. 
It is fastened to the v/all and cannot be moved. He put 
the winding of it in my charge, and I still attend to it every 
Saturday morning. 

What a wonderful man he was! And good, too, I am 
sure, though I never could succeed in approaching him to 
any degree of intimacy. By the way, how generous Mr. 
Haywood is toward the poor young man who— did the awful 
deed. I saw him once, and could not help feeling sym- 
pathy for him, he was so young and kind-looking. And 
now that he has escaped, Mr. Hayward seems so charitable 
toward him.^^ 

^^How? Mr. Haywood never speaks to me of him.^^ 
Does he not? I heard only the other day that he did 
not join in the clamor for his capture, but said let him 
go — he might go to some strange land and lead a better 
life.'’^ 

Mabel, said Florence, earnestly, ^^do you know that I 
never believed Carlos Conrad to be guilty ?^^ 

^^You did not?^^ 

^^Ho; I saw him twice, and twice only, after he came to 
Dalton — once when he called here, and the other time at 
the examination before Justice Bean. And I felt as you 
did — that there was something in his face to call up one^s 
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lain; he had a frank, kind expression, and seemed every 
inch a gentleman/^ 

Florence you surprise meP 

And shock you?^^ 

^^Oh, no.^^ 

I am glad of that. I have often thought what a ter- 
rible experience it was for Carlos Conrad and his cousin. 
They came here so unexpectedly, and had that interview 
with their uncle (no one knows what was said or done on 
that occasion). Then came the awful tragedy, and their 
flight to parts unknown. I wonder what became of them? 
Are they in a strange land, without friends? Are they 
wandering about in disguise? Did they die from starva- 
tion or exposure during their flight? I have passed 
sleepless nights, asking these questions to myself, and 
thinking. 

Oh, Florence, you must take your mind from these 
things. No good can come of your thinking of them. It 
is not doing justice to yourself. You are young, and have 
life before you.^^ 

True; but only seven weeks have passed yet. You 
must know how fresh everything is in my mind.^^ 

Yes, and it will always be so unless you have some di- 
version. Come, take a ride with me now,^'’ exclaimed 
Mabel, springing up impulsively. ‘^My phaeton is out here 
by the gate, audit is a lovely day.^^ 

Oh, Mabel, I have not ridden out since — since I put on 
black. I cannot.'’^ 

But you must. I will not see you bury yourself in this 
way. Comer 
Florence hesitated. 

Go and get ready, commanded Mabel. 

Florence still hesitated, but soon yielded, and flve min- 
utes afterward was in the phaeton with her friend. 

They started toward Dalton. 

Not through the busy streets, exclaimed Florence. 
^^Yes,^^ persisted Mabel, right through the streets of 
Dalton. Why, you will forget how the place looks; and 
you are not benefiting yourself nor any one else by shut- 
ting yourself up. Come, I mean to bring the roses back 
to those cheeks. 

Mabel handled the reins herself, and managed her spirited 
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They were shortly passing through the main business 
street in Dalton. Florence found her thoughts diverted, 
and looked about her with interest. 

Suddenly her gaze became fixed and her face whitened. 

^^Who is that F’"’ she exclaimed, clutching her companion's 
arm. 

Where asked Mabel, in surprise at Florence's tone, 
and flinching at the grasp on her arm. 

There — walking down the street just ahead of us. In 
the back he looks like — that is, he brings to my mind — 
Carlos Conrad 

She spoke the name in a whisper. She was affected 
visibly, and trembled with agitation. 

Don^t you know who that is? But of course you don^t, 
having been shut up so long. It is our new music teacher, 
Karl Zikoff. He came to town about a week ago. There 
is a resemblance, looking at him from behind, but I never 
noticed it before. We are passing him now. Look at his 
face. Isn't he funny?" 

Florence stared at the face of the musician attentively. 
He had stubby side- whiskers and mustache, and wore spec- 
tacles. A long, loose sack-coat fluttered in the breeze as he . 
walked, and a broad-brimmed, low-crowned black hat was 
set back on his head. His whole countenance was exposed, 
and even at that distance a scar over his right eye was vis- 
ible. His eyes were bright and rolled about quickly, his 
movements were nervous, and he fiourished his cane in an 
awkward manner. 

He is peculiar," said Florence, smiling. There is no 
resemblance, come to get a good view of him. You must 
pardon me; I was frightened." 

^^Even if it were the one you 'thought it was, I should 
think there was no occasion for any one being frightened 
but himselft You may depend upon it Carlos Conrad will 
not be seen in Dalton unless he is brought here." 

^^Do you know," said Florence, thoughtfully, ^^that I 
have hoped all along that he would " 

Here she checked herself, and was silent. 

Hoped what, Florence?" 

Never mind; it was only a passing fancy, not worth ut- 
tering. Has this Mr. Zikoff many pupils?" 

Several, I believe. They say he i$ a magnificent 
player/^ 


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You have not heard him, then?^^ 

but he is to give a soiree to-morrow night at Del- 
mar^s music rooms to introduce himself. I have been favor- 
ed with an invitation, and shall be in attendance. 

You can give me a report of the affair. 

Yes; I have an idea, Florence. It is that you take les- 
sons of Mr. Zikoff.'^^ 

(( 

^^Yes; it would be an excellent way for you to occupy 
your time. It would keep you from brooding your life 
away. You are interested in music^ too, and used to enjoy 
its study so much. 

Yes, I know it.^^ 

And that would not be like going out into the world. 
He would come to you twice a week, and give you some- 
thing to keep your hands and mind busy several hours every 
day.^" 

I will think of it,^^ said Florence, musingly. Her mind 
seemed to be possessed of some new train of thought, for 
she spoke slowly, and there was an absent look on her face. 
She added, as ii speaking to herself, ^^I think I should like 
to know Mr. Zikoff.^^ 

^^1^11 warrant that he^s jolly, rattled Mabel, ^^and it 
must be no end of fun to listen to his jabber.'’^ 

Jabber. 

Yes, all Germans talk so Dutchy.^^ 

You would make fun of him if he should give you les- 
sons, Mabel, said Florence, smiling. 

I am afraid I would. Now seriously, Florence, I want 
you to think of this thing I have proposed. You really need 
something to take up your attention. I suppose the mar- 
riage will not take place for some time.^^ 

What marriage asked Florence, quickly.^ 

That of yourself and Mr. Haywood. Isn^t it generally 
understood that you are engaged to him?^^ 

^^ I hope not, for it is not true. But I believe Colonel 
Conrad had some such thought. He held Mr. Haywood in 
great esteem. 

I understood that it went farther than that — that he 
was particularly desirous a match should be made.^^ 

Perhaps he was,^^ replied Florence, gravely. But I 
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people before they have had time to know their own 
minds. 

^^Nor I; but I suppose this arrangement was satisfactory. 
There is not a niarriageable maiden in Dalton but would be 
glad to have had him excepting myself. 

And me/^ said Florence, quietly. 

^^Is it to be broken off?^^ exclaimed Mabel. 

There is nothing yet to break off. I am not engaged to 
him, as I said before. 

Oh, well, but ” 

And I would prefer that you should not aid in spread- 
ing the impression about. Do not couple my name with 
any intended marriage at present, Mabel. I have no such 
thought in connection with Mr. Haywood or any one else.'’^ 

I will obey your injunction. And now will you stop or 
ride farther 

The drive . had taken them through several streets and by 
a circuitous route back to Elm Grove. 

I will get out,^^ replied Florence, and accept my thanks, 
Mabel. I have enjoyed the ride'very much.^^ 

I am glad! I will come again for you to-morrow. 

Florence alighted, and was proceeding up the broad path 
to the house. As Mabel was gathering up the reins prepara- 
tory to starting homeward, Florence turned and said: 

I was going to say, when we were down town, Mabel, 
that I had hoped all along that Carlos Conrad would 
escape. 

Having delivered this remark in a low voice, she went 
swiftly on up the path, and her friend, having no oppor- 
tunity to reply, drove off. 


CHAPTER XXII. 

THE HEW MUSIC-TEACHEK. 

Karl Zikoff, teacher of music. This was the guise in 
which Carlos Conrad made his reappearance in Dalton. 

In Hew York he had left Mr. tVerneFs protection and 
taken up his abode at Ho. — Twelfth street. Here, under 
the direction of Mr. Stark^s associates, he had perfected 
his disguise and rehearsed his part until he was well pre- 
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Immediately on entering Dalton he had engaged lodgings 
at the hotel, and hired a teaching-room in a fashionable 
quarter of the village. The teaching-room was in the 
second story of a building adjoining Mr. Haywood^s store, 
and in the front window was suspended a modest sign, on 
which were inscribed his new name and occupation. 

In l^ew York he had purchased an old Erard piano, a » 
small library of German books, a unique set of shelves, and 
a well-worn sword. These he arranged in his room in ef- 
fective array, to complete the illusion of his nationality and 
character. 

The side whiskers which he had allowed to grow were 
trimmed so as to look rough and frowzy, his eyebrows had 
been singed off, and he nightly wore a bandage which left 
an impress on his forehead resembling a scar. This, he 
gave out, was caused by a wound he received in a duel with 
a fellow-student in Germany. 

As his former stay in Dalton had been so short, it was not 
probable that any one had become sufficiently familiar with 
his personal appearance to penetrate his disguise. So in 
calm confidence he awaited the course of events, although 
he was always prepared to fly on an instant^s warning in 
case of necessity. 

A few pupils came to him almost immediately, and he at- 
tended to them faithfully, giving good satisfaction. 

One morning, about two weeks after his advent into 
Dalton, he was seated in his room, when a knock came 
at the door. He opened it, and Geoffrey Haywood en- 
tered. 

It is not strange that Karhs heart rose on meeting this 
gentleman face to face, and that he felt considerable agita- 
tion. Distressing possibilities at once rose in his mind, and 
he scanned the visitor's face. 

Mr. Haywood was stately and serene as usual, and said, in 
his smooth-toned voice: 

^^Mr. Zikoff, I believe 
Yes, sir. Yill you have one seat?” 

Thank you; I think not. I came on a short matter of 
business in behalf of a young lady. Miss Florence Darley, 
of Elm Grove, wishes you to do her the favor of calling with 
reference to giving her music lessons. 

These^ few words restored Karhs composure, and he re- 
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^^Ah! Mees Tarley does me great honor. I shall pe 
please to call on her. At vat hour vill de fraulein pe con- 
venient 

Any time during the afternoon will suit her. She is 
always at home.^’ 

At Ellum Grofe, you say? Vere is dat?^^ 

Mr. Haywood gave the requisite information regarding 
Florence's residence^ and Karl Zikoff said: 

I vill present myself at th-ee o^clock.^^ 

Mr. Haywood did not linger after his business had been 
transacted. It was plain from his tone and his prompt 
departure that he had no suspicion of Karl Zikoff^s iden- 
tity. 

The latter felt immeasurably relieved after he had de- 
parted, and, moreover, felt a thrill of pleasure at being 
called on to meet Florence Harley — she who had made such 
an impression on him on his call at Flm Grove two months 
ago. This impression had not been removed. He had car- 
ried it with him, and cherished it, and wondered if they 
were ever to meet again. And now came the opportunity, 
yet with it a pang, for he was to appear before her in a false 
character, and never could reveal himself unless the blight 
which rested upon his name were removed. 

At the hour named he presented himself at Elm Grove. 

Miss Vlorence Tarley, I pelieve. Herr Zikoff, at your 
service.'’^ 

You are welcome, Mr. Zikoff, and I thank you for re- 
sponding to my request so promptly. 

Florence was dressed in deep black, which set otf to ad- 
vantage the paleness of her face and the brightness of her 
eyes. Her sorrow had left on her countenance a grave, 
thoughtful look, which enhanced rather than detracted from 
its fascination. 

Karl Zikoff averted his eyes, which he felt might express 
too much of the admiration that was stirred within him, and 
proceeded, with an effort, to play his part. 

The honor is mine,^^ he said, with an obsequious bow. 

And about these music-lessons — you vill study the piano- 
forte?"^ 

Yes,"" answered Florence. 

You have study him pefore? You already play some?"" 

Oh, yes; but I am sadly deficient, I am afraid, and have 
much to learn."" 


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Ya, dat is very possible/^ replied Mr. Zikoff, elevating 
that, portion of his anatomy where his eyebrows should have 
been. ^^Dese American teachers are very thin — shallow, 
do you call it?^^ 

I understand what you mean/^ said Florence, smiling. 

You will please teach me whatever I ought to know, and 
I will try to be a faithful pupil. 

You are not afraid to bractice, like dese many Ameri- 
can girls?'’^ 

No; I have nothing else to occupy my attention. I do 
not go in society. 

Oh, I seeP^ Mr. Zikoff glanced significantly at her 
black dress; and then he added, in a prolonged tone, as if 
the thought had suddenly dawned upon him: 0-h-h, yes! 
You are die fraulein who has had much afidiction. Ya, ya ! 
I have heard sometfings. Pardon my pad English. De 
language is seJir scliiver — very difficult.'’^ 

A shadow came over Florence's face-as the tragedy was 
thus recalled, but she replied pleasantly, and soon afterward 
the music-lesson began. 

Herr Zikoff had plenty of fault to find, and commented 
oddly on the deficiencies of his pupil. She was amused, and 
awakened to a new interest; and he, in spite of the emotions 
that thrilled him, enacted his role to perfection, as his 
thorough knowledge of music enabled him to do. 

When he had departed, and was in his room again, he 
locked the door, and buried himself in refiection. 

What is to come of all this?^^ he thought. ^^Do I love 
Florence Harley? Has her loveliness so soon made me a 
slave? I fear that it is so, for thoughts of her crowd every- 
thing else from my mind, and her picture is before me every 
instant. Oh, Florence, I do love you! But it must be a 
secret, un whispered, unhinted at. For to play the suitor 
under this false name and character would be dishonorable. 
But if my innocence is proven, if Carlos Conrad ever stands 
before the world again with character unblemished, then 
will the homage and devotion of a human heart be laid be- 
fore you.'’^ 

The days went on. The music lessons were given regu- 
larly, and all the while Karl Zikofi^s passionate adoration 
of his pupil grew in strength. Oftentimes, sitting by her 
side, he would find himself gazing into her face, so ab- 
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unconscious of whether the lesson were well or illy played. 
Then he would suddenly recollect himself, and, with a pang 
at the thought of the great barrier between them, offer a 
sharp criticism at random, and shortly afterward take his 
leave with an abrupt and formal ^^good-day.^^ 

In the meantime, he prospered well, receiving in his new 
vocation a large and profitable patronage. Society opened 
its arms to him, and he received the homage due to true 
refinement and real talent. In the eyes of the world there 
was nothing lacking to fill him with contentment. But 
there were two secrets gnawing at his heart — his uncon- 
fessed love, and his real identity — that made life far from 
a round of pleasure, and imposed on him a burden that was 
at times hard to bear. 

Bleak November came, and afterward the snows of De- 
cember. The Christmas holidays came, and still his life 
went on in the same dull monotony. He had observed 
closely the habits of Geoffrey Haywood, and had made 
two visits to Eocky Beach. But he had failed to make 
any discoveries. Mr. Haywood^s secret was well guarded, 
and there was no clew or suspicious circumstances to seize 
upon. 

Many of Herr Zikoff^s lessons were given in his music- 
room, on Main street, and it was here, one day, early in 
January, that he received another visit that filled him with 
forebodings. 

A lesson was nearly finished, when heavy, shambling 
footsteps were heard slowly ascending the stairs. The 
door was opened a few inches, and a rough-looking face 
peered in. It was quickly closed again, however, and the 
visitor waited outside until the lesson was finished, and the 
pupil had departed. 

Then a man of large stature and rude appearance en- 
tered, and stood for a moment in awkward silence. 

Karl Zikoff instantly recognized him as Jake Heath, the 
man at whose house he had stopped on the night of the 
murder. A thrill of wonder and apprehension shot through 
him, but he had his outward demeanor well under control, 
and welcomed the visitor in courteous broken English. 

You^re the music-master, I s’pose?^^ said Mr. Heath. 

^^Yes, sir.^^ 

My named’s Heath, and Fve a darter thaFs taken it into 
her head that she wants to come to school to ye.^^ 


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"^She vill study the klavier — the piano-forte?^^ 

Yes^ that^s it. Bein^ that we live four miles out of the 
village, she thought she could come in twice ’i week. I 
think it^s all blamed nonsense myself, hut her mind is so 
sot on it that IVe rented an instrument for the winter. 
What^s yer price 

Karl made known his terms, his mind being in a state 
of perplexity at this new phase of affairs, and being filled 
with a presentiment that it was the forerunner of some 
new evil. There was nothing in Jake HeatlTs actions to 
warrant this; for, as soon as the arrangements were com- 
pleted, he took his departure. But for a girl of Kate 
Heath^s station and surroundings to study music was a 
novel, and, to Karl, a suspicious circumstance. 

Consequently, it was with considerable curosity and anx- 
iety that he awaited her first call on him. On the follow- 
ing day she came. 

Herr Zikoff was surprised at her appearance. She was 
well-dressed, and there was no uncouthness in her manner. 
She had a strange, wild sort of beauty, and the face, at 
which he had only glanced casually on that terrible stormy 
night, now revealed a spirit and a nature of no ordinary 
cast. 

She looked at him steadfastly and earnestly for a mo- 
ment, and as she did so a slight flush and a peculiar, in- 
definable expression passed across her features. Karl ob- 
served this with a feeling of uneasiness, but, with the 
nervous, bristling manner which it was his task to assume, 
proceeded at once to business. 

You already know something of music?^^ he questioned. 

^^Yes,^^ she replied. ^^When in Kew York I studied 
it some.'’^ 

‘^^Ah! you have lived in Kew YorkP he exclaimed, in 
genuine surprise, and forgetting for the moment to color 
his speech with faulty pronunciation. 

She gave him a quick glance, and replied: 

I sang for a year in one of the theaters, and then my 
father and I came here to live on a farm.^^ 

He farm must he langioeilig — ferry tull — after life in 
de city.^^ 

It is; but I am used to it now, after four years^ trial. 
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whatever going on^ and I miss the excitement and variety 
of the city/^ 

And so you will study music to make de time go more 
swiftly 

Yes, for that, and — other reasons/^ 

Again the color rose to her face, and again came the 
same curious expression/^ 

It was not lost upon Karl, who, with an increasing feel- 
ing of disquietude, took out his watch, and, remarking 
that his time was limited, proceeded rather hurriedly with 
the lesson. 

Kate Heath received the instruction he offered in a 
strangely docile, almost apathetic manner, and fairly puz- 
zled her teacher. 

After that, she was always prompt at the hour assigned 
her, though she never learned her tasks well. And the 
fault-findings and scoldings that were administered in con- 
sequence, were received with a humility that would have 
contradicted any surmise a physiognomist would have 
formed from studying the dark, passionate face. 

Whatever apprehension Karl at first felt concerning her 
suspicon of his identity was soon dispelled by her subdued, 
amiable demeanor and softly modulated tone in conversa- 
tion, although these characteristics were a constant study to 
him, inasmuch as they evinced no contrition for poorly 
learned lessons, and were followed by no substantial im- 
provement. 

I don^t know what to make of her,^^ the musician often 
thought, after a formal good-day on his part, and a 
tremulous good-by, with n strange, half -scared look 
on hers. 

Poor Kate Heath! She had her secret, and it was des- 
tined in time to work changes and precipitate a chain of 
events that were to create the wildest commotion, where 
outwardly all was quiet and serene. 


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CHAPTEE XXIIL 

A STRANGE REVELATION. 

Week after week of the dreary winter passed, and Karl 
Zikoff still went .through the dull routine of his life as a 
music-teacher. But little progress was made that he could 
see in the investigation that was to clear his name from the 
infamous stain that rested upon it. 

He received occasional letters from Leonard, written in 
German, urging him to remain contented and hopeful, and 
assuring him that Mr. Stark was shrewd, discreet, and sure 
(although of necessity slow) in his operations. But he was 
kept in ignorance of what these operations were, and the 
absence of any visible results tended to imbue him with a 
feeling of despondency. The passive, inactive part he was 
filling, was aggravating to his restless, nervous spirit. 
And the new motive for making clear his innocence grew 
in strength every day, and made him impatient and miser- 
able. 

He had been in Dalton about five months, when one 
afternoon in March he made one of his accustomed pro- 
fessional visits to Florence Harley. 

These visits always filled him with ecstasy, strangely 
mingled with despondency. To be near her, to talk with 
her, to feel the intimate confidence that naturally arose 
in their relations of teacher and pupil, created in him a 
stimulation of hope that oftentimes soared above and 
almost put out of sight, for the time being, his trouble. 
On this day, an unusual depression had been followed, 
when he came into her presence, by a proportional though 
unnatural buoyancy. 

He was cheerful and fairly eloquent over the lessons, 
for Florence Haney was one of those responsive, appre- 
ciative pupils, who are the true teacheFs delight. The 
classical gems which he offered her she seized with avidity, 
and studied them under his direction, as such music should 
be studied. 

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of the lesson under consideration, when she arose from 
the piano-stool and requested him to play for her, as was 
often the case. 

He sat himself at the instrument and considered for a 
moment before touching the keys. 

Then, with a look in his eyes that seemed to tell of 
forgetfulness of all present trouble, of a view into regions 
of light and bliss unalloyed, he began to play. Soft, 
mellow chords and witching harmonic changes broke on 
the ear, and mingled with the murmuring sound was a 
melody of surpassing beauty, coming to the listener like a 
dream or a revelation. It was a tale of intense passion, 
timorously yet beseechingly told. 

Exquisite murmured Florence, in a low voice, as the 
last chord died away. 

^^It is the Lieheslied of Henselt — ^love song^ you call 
it in English, he said, turning toward her and gazing 
intently into her face. Oh, Florence, it is a wonderful 
story, told in a marvelous language. It breathes the tale 
of my secret — my precious, cherished secret — that cannot 
be spoken in words! In music only may it be confessed — 
in music only may be revealed to you the 

A sudden pallor overspread his face, a spasm of pain 
distorted his features, as he abruptly ceased speaking. 

He bethought himself, in the midst of his wild out- 
pourings, of the burden under which he rested, and with 
a twinge of pain and misery checked his flow of speech. 

A moment of silence — a brief struggle — and he resumed 
calmly, though in a voice not entirely Arm: 

Yes, it is selir liuebsch — very pretty. So you like it. 
Veil, you shall blay it. At anoder lesson I vill give it you. 
Good-day, FrauleinJ^ 

He strode rapidly from the room, and Florence, listen- 
ing to his retreating footsteps, blushed vividly. For many 
minutes she stood by the piano just as he had left her, her 
head bowed in a subdued manner, and her thoughts com- 
muning with themselves in a wild tumult. One contem- 
plating her then and there would have guessed that her 
heart followed Karl Zikofl — that had he thrown himself at 
her feet she would not have spurned him. 

Karl, on reaching the hall, seized his hat and rushed into 
the open air. It was chilly and damp without; not cold 
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Large, soggy snow-flakes fell, and melted as soon as they 
touched the wet ground. The sky was of a leaden hue, and 
the atmosphere forbidding and uncomfortable. 

Shivering, and drawing his coat closely over his breast, 
Karl hastened down the road and into Dalton. His cheeks 
were flushed, his eyes glittered unnaturally, and on his face 
was an expression of reckless despair. 

His rapid gait soon brought him to the stairs that led to 
his teaching-room. Ascending in mad haste, he entered, 
and closed the door behind him with . a fling. Then he 
threw himself into a chair, pressed his hands to his head, 
and endeavored to collect his chaotic thoughts. 

^‘^This must not go on. Something shall be done. I 
will play this passive part no longer. For unless the end 
comes soon I shall go mad. If all is to be in vain, if justice 
is never to prevail, the sooner I know it, and leave Dalton, 
the better. To remain here, where ray true name is re- 
garded with horror, to live in continual temptation, and on 
the very verge of self-exposure, is unbearable. Oh, Flor- 
ence, you do not know the awful barrier that separates us! 
I shall never offer you a false or dishonored name; and may 
the Father above help me to keep this resolution! Aes, I 
will act! I will dog Geoffrey Haywood^s footsteps; I will 
penetrate the secret of Kocky Beach to its innermost detail. 
And I will begin operations to-night 

He arose and walked about the room. He now became 
conscious of a feeling of strange languor. A numbness and 
dull pain seized his limbs and extended to his head. He 
was conscious that there was an unnatural heat on his brow, 
and that his pulse was bounding at a rapid rate. Was he 
going to be ill? He contemplated this possibility with 
alarm, and with a rebellious feeling. 

Suddenly there came a knock at the door. Karl started 
in surprise, but, recollecting himself, muttered: 

It is Kate Heath. She was to have taken a lesson at 
this time, but I had hoped something would keep her away. 
It would be better for her — I hope what I suspect is not 
true. Come inP he called out, almost savagely. 

Kate Heath entered. She gave a flitting glance at Karl, 
walked to the piano, and then looked at him more delib- 
erately. 

You are not well,^^ she exclaimed, with a flush on her 
cheeks and an expression of anxious interest. 


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^^Yes, I am/^ he replied^ shortly. 

Oh, but I am sure you are not. Your face is flushed 
and your eyes look feverish/^ 

Never mind my eyes/’ he replied, going to the piano 
and opening her book. This is your lesson, I believe. 

She looked chagrined and hurt, but proceeded to play at 
this very decided hint. She secretly took notice of one 
thing, however. KarFs few words were spokeu in good 
English, unimpaired by his habitual German accent. This 
phenomenon had occurred once or twice before, and had 
not been lost upon her. 

After playing a few bars, she suddenly stopped and 
said: 

Mr. Zikoff, I have long been wanting to tell you of some- 
thing — to make a confession, and ask you whether a cer- 
tain act I committed was right or wrong. 

Miss Heath, why should you ask me to pronounce judg- 
ment on your acts?^'’ 

Please let me tell my story, she said, imperatively; and 
then, with mildness, have confidence in you — lvalue 
your good opinion more than — I value it very highly. It is 

about Carlos Conrad 

^^Whor 

Karl sprang to his feet. 

Carlos Conrad, she repeated, with a curious smile of 
satisfaction, mingled with tenderness, the young man who 
■was suspected of murdering Colonel William Conrad. You 
have heard that he escaped 

Yes, replied Karl, through whose brain had rushed a 
torrent of wild thoughts, and who had quickly and reso- 
lutely reduced himself to a state of calmness. ^^Yes,'’^ he 
said, ^Mout vat care I for that?'^ 

The Teutonic twang was very decided and broad now. 

Perhaps you care nothing for it,^^ she replied,^^ dream- 
ily, but he was innocent, I believe, and was to be pitied 
for all that he endured. On the night of the murder he 
stopped at our house. He had lost his way, and was wet 
and cold. He was determined to go on in the darkness; 
the night was very dark, for there had just been a terrible 
rain-storm; but we prevailed on him to stay, and made him 
dry and warm. How I pitied him! He looked so sad and 
deaerate. I can never forget his f ace. 

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tone of this last remark^ but he maintained a stolid ex- 
terior. 

^^He left us at daybreak/^ continued Kate, ^^and was ar- 
rested as soon as he reached Dalton. There was strong 
evidence against him, but I never believed him guilty. At 
the examination it was decided to send him to the jail at 
Hillsdale to be tried in court. But they never got him to 
the jail.^^ 

haf understand all daV^ said Karl. De young man 
shump from de car window, or somet^ings^^'’ 

^^Ko, the young man did not jump from the car win- 
dow, replied Kate, calmly. He would be a fool to do 
that, when other and easier means of escape were offered 
him.^^ 

Other means echoed Karl, in dull wonderment at the 
girks recital. 

Yes; a Kew York detective 

Ah!^^ cried Karl, I thought no one knew of that?^^ 

Of what? What have I told?^^ 

I thought, said Karl, in confusion, dat it vas von 
grand secret how de young man got avay?^^ 

^^And so it was. But the secret is in my possession. 
Would you like to hear about it?^^ 

I care nothings for him,^^ said Karl, coolly. 

Consider a moment. WouldnT you like to hear some- 
thing about that Kew York detective 

Oh, if you like to tell, I listen. Go on.^^ 

With a furtive smile Kate proceeded: 

An officer named Johnson had Carlos Conrad in charge, 
and at the depot they met the J^ew York detective. He 
slyly put a package in the prisoner’s pocket — why do you 
start so? — and afterward engaged in conversation with 
Johnson. After some friendly words they stepped up to 
the bar to drink. The detective drugged his own whisky, 
and then, under the pretense that he had by mistake 
poured out the wrong liquor, induced Johnson to change 
with him. So Johnson drank the drugged whisky. What 
is the matter?” 

Nothing,” replied [Karl, who with blanched face was 
listening intently. 

^^The plan was for Officer Johnson to fall asleep on the 
cars, and then for Carlos Conrad to make sure of his not 
awakening by the application of chloroform. The chloro- 


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form was in the package that had been placed in his pocket. 
There was also a pair of steel cntting-nippers, with which 
he was to free himself, he being fastened to the officer by 
handcuffs. A note accompanied the package, directing 
him how to go to work. It is supposd that he profited by 
the opportunity thus offered him, for when Officer J ohnson 
reached Hillsdale his prisoner was gone, and has never been 
heard of since. 

Yes?"^ gasped Karl, in a cold sweat of apprehension. 
His agitation did not permit him to observe the excite- 
ment under which Kate Heath was laboring. Her face 
was suffused with a crimson blush, and her eyes glittered 
brilliantly.^^ 

Would you like to know who this detective was?^^ she 
whispered. 

Do you know?^^ 

Yes, I know. He is by your side now.^^ 

What! You do not mean to say — it cannot be — it is 
impossible that it was youT^ 

It is not impossible; it is true. It was I.^^ 

In a wild wonder of frenzy Karl, who had risen to his 
feet, grasped the edge of the piano so tightly that every 
drop of blood was forced back from his fingers. An awful 
look was on his face, for he was seized with a conviction the 
realization of which he shrank from. In a last despairing 
effort to maintain his assumed character, he asked: 

^'Vy do you tell me of dis, young lady?^^ 

Because, she said, slowly, and as if afraid to proceed. 
Because^^ — speaking with sudden resolve, yet with plain- 
tive humility, and at the same time covering her face with 
her hands and half averting her bowed head, love you, 
Carlos Conrad 


CHAPTEK XXIV. 

DAGGER AND MORE EXPOSURE. 

The revelation filled Carlos with utter dismay. It fell 
upon him like a thunderbolt. 

Hot that the idea then dawned upon him for the first 
time; he had surmised the truth before. Kate Heath^s de- 
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although it had always been modest, and had never even 
verged upon impropriety. But he had scouted the idea in 
scorn, as evincing vanity and presumption on his part. He 
had not allowed himself to cherish it for an instant, much 
less to accept it as an actual fact. And he had treated her 
uniformly with all the coldness possible that was consistent 
with common courtesy. 

But here she was, confessing her secret. 

He was thrown completely off his guard, and was so filled 
with consternation and annoyance that he betrayed no sur- 
prise at being addressed by his true name. 

Miss Heath,^^ he said, ^^this is pure madness.^^ 

I know it,^^ she said, still keeping her face concealed. 

I am surprised, shocked, overwhelmed by what you 
have said.^^ 

I do not wonder at it,^^ she murmured. You have a 
right to be shocked at my boldness; but it is true — oh, so 
trueP 

^^This is fearful muttered Carlos, moved to compas- 
sion. I am very sorry, unutterably sorry. Let me tell 
you at once 

^^Do not tell me,^^ she moaned. ^^You are disgusted 
with my presumption; you need not say the words. 

‘^1 must say them,^^ said Carlos, firmly, yet gently. 

Your wild dream must be dispelled at once. It is prepos- 
terous; it is unaccountable to me.^^ 

Oh, Carlos Conrad 

At this second mention of his true name he recoiled, and 
realized the fact that his secret was known. 

Why do you call me by that name?"^ he demanded. 

Do not feign surprise, she said, turning toward him. 
have known you for weeks. I said I could never for- 
get your face, and I never have. I tried to contrive ways of 
meeting you, but failed. At last I hit on the experiment 
of the music-lessons, and you know the result. You can- 
not deny your name. Yes, I know you, and love you.^^ 

There were desperation and defiance in her air and tone. 

Well,^^ said Carlos, who saw that it would be useless to 
try to deceive her, why did you do such a rash thing? 
Why did you disguise yourself as the detective, and effect 
my escape 

You have the reason in my confession, she replied; 
^^in my confession which you regard with such abhorrence. 


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Ah, do not deny it. You despise me; you would send me 
away if you could. But did you not know that the aid 
must have come from some one who loved you?^^ 

The last two words she uttered in a tone of dogged deter- 
mination. 

I thought it came from my cousin/^ he replied. 

^^Your cousin^ she repeated, scornfully. ^^But you 
were ready to accept it. You took advantage of the means 
offered, and escaped. You were grateful then to one 
whom you would spurn now. Yes, say it — say you hate 
me; kill me.""^ 

My dear girl 

^^His dear girlV^ she echoed, hut whether in irony or 
pleasure he was unable to determine. 

^‘1 beg your pardon,^^ he said. recall the words. 
Miss Heath, for all that you have done for me you have my 
sincere gratitude. For your friendly acts I am thankful; 
but as for the motive that prompted them, I deeply regret 
its existence.'’^ 

And yet I took pleasure in what I did: The risk I in- 
curred was nothing. I only thought of you.^^ 

Her tone was tender and pleading. 

It pains me to talk to you as I have to,^^ said Carlos. 

Believe me, it pains me unspeakably. I admire your 
courage. I wonder at your ingenuity in disguising yourself 
as the Hew York detective. How could you carry the part 
so successfully?^^ 

I told you once that I had had some experience on the 
stage. 

True; and how did you come to abandon the profes- 
sion 

My father got into trouble, and was helped out by 
•Geoffrey Haywood. How they happened to meet I do not 
know. I think it was purely accidental. At all events, 
Haywood persuaded him to leave Hew York and live on a 
farm just out of Dalton. He did well by him, for father 
has made money unaccountably fast. We were very poor 
when in Hew York.""^ 

And what do you think is the secret of your fathers 
good fortune 

A thought which had struck Carlos impelled him to ask 
this question. 

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business that is kept in the dark. There is much that goes 
on in the dead of night. Strange-looking men come, father 
goes oif, and I donT know what all.-’^ 

Do they ever go in the direction of Eocky Beach 

The girl glanced at him sharply. 

I am doing wrong in talking about my father^s private 
affairs/^ she said, coldly; ^^and I have made a fool of my- 
self before you; I realize it perfectly. I am nothing to 
you. I served you well once, and for that you are grateful. 
How 1 hate the wordT^ She spoke now with suppressed 
vehemence. You have seen what a friend Kate Heath 
can be. But remember one thing — / hnow you, and you 
may realize what it is to have me for a foe.^^ 

Her eyes dilated and shot forth the wrath of disappoint- 
ment and desperation. 

Carlos was alarmed. He saw that he was in her power. 
She might, in her chagrin and anger, expose him. 

Kate,'^^ he said, do not be hasty in your words or your 
conclusions. You must know that your revelations have 
come very suddenly upon me — that my mind is in a whirl 
of confusion. And I believe I am not quite well to-night, 
as you said when you first entered.'’^ 

She looked up, as if a faint hope dawned upon her. 

^^WonT you leave me now?^^ he entreated. must 
have time to think before I can talk any more; and it is 
late — almost six o’clock. I will go to my room in the hotel 
and call a doctor, I believe, for my head feels strangely. 
Go home now, and come again at your next lesson-time.'’^ 
Eemember — she began. 

Ah, there is no need to enjoin remembrance on me. I 
shall not forget anything.'’^ 

He took his hat in his hand and moved toward the door. 
Well, I will go,^^ she said. Good-by.-’^ 

Good-day. 

He took the hand she offered, and then watched her as 
she descended the stairs. 

But, instead of following her, he paused on the landing, 
and presently returned to his room. 

Shall I take advantage of this declaration she has 
made,^^ he thought, ^^and pretend to humor it? In that 
way I might lead her on and find out something about Hay- 
wood, for she says he has secret dealings with her father. 
And, besides, if I spurn her she will expose me. There 


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was danger in her eyes when she made the threat, and she 
is just of that passionate nature to carry it out. But what 
a mean, contemptible deception it would be to profess love 
for her. No, I will not be guilty of it. Let the worst 
come before I so degrade myself. Oh, what a situation! It 
corap^ls immediate action, and strengthens my determina- 
tion to begin investigations without delay. Til no longer 
be a lay-figure; Fll act!^^ 

He quitted his teaching-room, and went across the street 
to his hotel. But he could eat no supper, the feeling of 
languor, pain, and feverishness increased. 

In some concern he went up stairs, threw off his coat and 
boots, and laid himself on the bed. In two hours he felt 
decidedly worse, and sent a messenger for Doctor Davison. 
It will be remembered that this was the physician that had 
offered him the timely advice on the morning of his arrest, 
and had subsequently attended him in the jail. Carlos nat- 
urally sent for him, having had previous evidence of his 
skill, as well as a kindly feeling toward him. 

Doctor Davison shortly arrived and examined the patient. 
His manner was cheerful, but an unmistakably graver look 
quickly came upon his face. 

You must undress and go to bed, young man,^^ he said. 

Vat for?^^ asked Carlos, resuming the German accent. 

Because you are going to be sick.""^ 

At a look of distress and alarm from Carlos, the physician 
quickly added: 

Oh, you will come out right, but you must take the 
right means to do it. It won^t do to ignore the fact that 
there can be no trifling with your case.^^ 

Veil, I do as you say.^^ 

After some further conversation and directions Doctor 
Davison departed. 

Early the next morning he called and found his patient 
in a raging fever. 

Giving vent to a low whistle, and casting on him a sharp 
look of concern, he quickly prepared some new medicines. 
Calling one of the attendants of the hotel, he said: 

Give these powders every half hour, without fail. I will 
call again at noon.^^ 

At noon he was again by the side of Carlos. The parox- 
ysrn had subsided, and the patient looked at him with in- 
telligent eyes. 


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Wie gehVsf^ said Doctor Davison. That^s all the Ger- 
man I know. How do you feel?^^ 

Better, I think/^ said Carlos. 

Yes, weVe checked the fever for the present, but you 
have had a severe turn, and are weak.’^ 

Vat ails me?^^ asked Carlos. 

I can scarcely tell yet. The fever has taken an inter- 
mittent form, and will probably come on again to-night. If 
it isnT attended to, it may run into typhoid."^ 

I cannot afford to be sick,^^ muttered Carlos. 

^^Ho? Well, all of us feel that way. By the way!^^ ex- 
claimed the doctor, starting as if something had suddenly 
caught his attention, what has become of tliat scarfs 
Vat scar?^^ 

The scar on your forehead. It was very plain last night, 
but can scarcely be seen now.^^ 

Here was another disaster. Carlos had neglected, in his 
sickness, to put on the bandage which he was accustomed 
to wear nightly for the purpose of leaving the imprint of a 
scar. It was part of the routine imposed upon him by Mr, 
Stark, and was a most important aid in concealing his iden- 
tity. 

A sense of what was likely to follow rushed upon him. 

It comes and goes,^^ he replied. 

Oh! It^s a very singular scar, to come and go! What 
caused it?’^ 

The point of a sword in a duel.^^ 

Doctor Davison was running his hand over his patient^s 
forehead and inspecting the scar. 

Yes,^^ continued the doctor, ^^it^s a very singular scar. 
In fact, it^s no scar at all. What does this mean?^^ 

Doctor, said Carlos, partly rising and resting on his 
elbow, and speaking solemnly, I am about to put great 
trust in you. I must make a confession. You are right — 
it is not a scar. I never received a sword wound. 

Then what in the world is your object 

Wait. I will tell you. I have been practicing a great 
deception. DonT you know who I am?^^ 

JSTo, I canT say that I do, unless you are Carl Zikoff, 
music-teacher. But you are talking pretty good English 
now, I must say.^^ 

Yes, there is no use in trying to play my part before 
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Your face does not look entirely unfamiliar, but upon 
my word I cannot place you. However, Mr. Zikoff, or 
whoever you are, you are talking too much. I am a fool 
to sit here and allow you to do it. You must be quiet. 

No, not until I have told you all. It will be better that 
way, than for the whole town to find it out, and have every- 
body after me.^^ 

Wait, young man. It will be better for you to keep still, 
I have no curiosity on the subject. I don^t want you to ex- 
cite yourself. 

^^If you do not allow me to speak I shall die of excite- 
ment.^^ 

^^Well, go on, then.^^ 

You did me a kindness once. You attended me in a 
brief illness. Don^t you recollect 

^^It was in August last."^^ 

August last! Let me see — ^that was the timd Colonel 
Conrad was murdered. 

^^Yes, but not by me! not by me! You spoke to me 
when a rabble was hounding me, and you came to see me in 
jail.- 

^^Good heavens!- exclaimed the doctor, springing to his 
feet. You are Carlos Conrad!- 

^^Yes.- 

And you have been here these several months past un- 
der the name of Karl Zikoff.- 

I have. You will not betray me? At least not as long 
as I am lying here sick?- 

Betray you? No. Thetis not my trade. My business 
is to cure you.- 

Thank you, thank you,- said Carlos, in a weak whis- 
per, as he sank back on his pillow. 

With the coolness which physicians must at all times be 
prepared to simulate. Dr. Davison said: 

^^Now, my dear sir, donT let this worry you another 
minute. You can trust me to keep your secret, and see 

you through all right. But it is absolutely necessary 

Hallo !- 

The doctor^s words had fallen upon unheeding ears, for 
his patient had fainted. 

Doctor Davison set about restoring him, muttering the 
while: 


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Strange! mighty strange! What on earth could have 
tempted the fellow to be so rash? Confound him! he doesn^t 
look like a murderer. I shall not expose him, at all avents. 
But he will be apt to rave, and betray himself. This should 
be guarded against, for I want to talk to him more when he 
is able to endure it. Let me see! I have it! ITl telegraph 
for my brother, who is studying medicine at Skimmerton 
College. He^s an excellent nurse, and the experience will 
be a good one for him.-^^ 


CHAPTER XXV. 

GEOFFKEY HAYWOOD AT WOEK — A MYSTERIOUS DISAP- 
PEAEAlSrCE. 

On the same afternoon that Carlos had so nearly betrayed 
himself to Florence Parley by his wild outburst, and shortly 
after his departure, Geoffrey Haywood called at Elm Grove. 

He was just in time to be invited to remain at tea, and 
he accepted the invitation. 

He observed that Florence did not appear to be entirely 
calm, that her mind was agitated, but on this he made no 
remark. 

It was not until after tea, when they were seated in the 
drawing-room, that he entered into serious conversation 
with her. 

Florence,'’^ he said, there are certain business affairs 
that must be talked over at some time, and this occasion 
seems to me a favorable one to open the subject. 

Yes,^"^ was her simple rejoinder. 

The time for the distinct settlement of some matters is 
near at hand, the period mentioned in the notice to cred- 
itors to put in their claims having nearly arrived. Thanks 
to Colonel Conrad^s admirable business management, the 
creditors are few, and their claims are small. The amount 
of property, after all settlements are made, will be about 
two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, besides Elm Grove. 
You are aware that, by the. ter ms of the will, fifty thousand 
dollars are left to sundry charitable and educational institu- 
tons; the homestead here is left to you unconditionally, 
and that the balance is left to me in trust for my own use, 
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dollars to be paid to you. But if you marry, one-half of the 
fortune is to be made over to you, intact and uncondition- 
ally, while the other half is mine. If you do not marry, 
the before- mentioned terms remain in force during vour 
life.^^ 

Yes, I understand all that,^^ said Florence. 

You will continue to live here at Elm Grove 
suppose so. The place is dear to me. About it are 
associated all the pleasant remembrances of my life. Yes, 
I shall remain here.'’^ 

Pleasant memories do indeed cluster around it, Flor- 
ence — pleasant to me, as well as to you. I loved my uncle, 
and shall always revere his memory. But this is not all. 
It is in this house that I have met and known one who has 
answered my ideal of all that is pure and lovely, who has 
won me often from busy care, and filled my soul with higher 
aspirations. Need I say that it is yourself, dear Florence, 
of whom I am speaking 

^^You compliment me undeservedly. Uncle Geoffrey,^^ 
said Florence, with a pained, confused look. It was her 
habit to call him uncle, though he was in fact not related 
to her. Yet I ought to be gratified in having won your 
good opinion. 

Good opinion U he repeated. ^^It is more than that, 
far more. My uncle had plans which are not mentioned in 
his will. Florence — plans which are very near my own heart. 
Their fulfillment is dearer to me than all other earthly ob- 
jects. The estate, you know, is divided between us, but it 
may be kept intact, as Colonel Conrad left it, by the carry- 
ing out of what I have alluded to. You must know what I 
am speaking of.^^ 

Florence bowed her head, but made no reply. 

But do not think,^^ he continued, that it is solely on 
account of my nucleus wishes, or owing to any considerations 
concerning the property, that I press the subject, for I love 
you, Florence, with all the strength of my soul, and I am 
going to ask you to become my wife.^^ 

Uncle Geoffrey, said Florence, turning to him calmly, 

I esteem you, I appreciate your friendship and all your 
kindnesses. I am aware that the dearest friend I ever had, 
he who was a father to me, held you in high regard and 
implicit confidence. But I have not that feeling • toward 
you that a wife should have — ^I do not wish to marry you."^^ 


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There were simplicity and earnestness in her tone and 
manner that cut keenly into the schemer^s soul. But he 
was as sedate and unruffled as ever, save a slight manifesta- 
tion of fervor as befitted the occasion. 

I beg that you will not answer in that way, Florence, 
he said. If you cannot say yes to-night, take time to con- 
sider the matter. If your heart does not warm toward 
me now, at least give me time to prove my love and 
earnestness. I have long had an interest in you. My re- 
gard has scarcely been second to that of Colonel Conrad. 
Your welfare has been my desire; all my plans seem insep- 
arably bound up in your happiness and interests.'’^ 

^^Oh, I hope not. Uncle Geoffrey! We are not suited 
to each other. I have no love for you of the kind you 
mention. 

Again I say, he exclaimed, ^^do not be too abrupt. 
Let me cherish the hope that I may yet win you, for I have 
counted much on your companionship through life. As I 
said before, it is my dearest purpose. Besides, all consid- 
erations of policy or interest are in favor of it, and there is 
no doubt but that it was a wish of Colonel Conrad^s.^^ 

It might have been,^^ said Florence, meditatively, ^^but 
I do not believe he would have had me marry against my 
will; I am sure he would not. Would youf^ 

U-n-no, Florence, but I would so guide your will that 
it might incline to me, and not leave me desolate. I would, 
by gentle persuasion, show the depth and strength of my 
love, and win yours in return. But I will not urge you to- 
night. I simply wish you to remember how I feel, and to 
think of me as kindly as possible.'’^ 

I always think kindly of you,^^ she said, smiling. 

Yes, but no more of this to-night. I see you would 
prefer not to pursue the subject. I have been thinking 
about some plans for altering the house — that would make 
it more pleasant for you.^^ 

Altering the house said Florence, in surprise. 

Yes. The south parlor is small, and if the partition 
between it and the room on the west were taken away, it 
would make a fine large apartment. 

The room on the west? Why, that was the study of 
Colonel Conrad U 

Certainly — the room where he was_ killed. The asso- 


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ciations connected with it are so awful, that the change 
would, I should think, be acceptable to you.^^ 

He spoke slowly, and scrutinized her face as if to mark 
her reception of the suggestion. 

she said, shaking her head, ^^no change in that 
room would be acceptable to me. I shall let it remain just 
as dear Colonel Conrad left it.^^ 

The Value of the house would be greatly enhanced,^^ ar- 
gued Haywood. 

That is no inducement, answered Florence. ^^It is 
not my wish to have a thing disturbed. There is that won- 
derful clock, and that curious little set of book-shelves fast- 
ened to the wall. They are both his handiwork, and both 
would have to be torn away."^^ 

And so you cherish his memory by such trifles, do you? 
Well, I will not comment on your taste, neither will I press 
the matter. But I hope you will think it over.""^ 

I do not understand why you should be so urgent about 

it. Uncle Geoftrey. If there is any particular reason 

No, he interrupted, quickly, there is no particular 
reason. I am not urgent about it. I only suggested it out 
of regard for your own interests. 

Thank you,^^ she replied, quietly. 

^^Nowthatwe are talking about the room, said Hay- 
wood, am reminded that I have a little writing* that 
ought to be done this evening, Perhaps you would not ob- 
ject to my doing it in there. 

Certainly not,^^ she exclaimed. Occupy it as long as 
you wish for that purpose. You will And pen, ink, and 
stationery in the drawer of the table. 

^^You will not mind my shutting myself up, away 
from you?^^ 

Oh, no. Mabel Cummings is to spend the night with 
me. She will be here soon.^^ 

I will excuse myself, then.'^^ 

Very well.^^ 

Geoffrey Haywood went into the study of the late Colonel 
Conrad, and, after lighting a students lamp that stood on 
the table, closed the door and locked it. 

He took some paper from the drawer, dated and addressed 
a letter, and wrote a few lines. 

Then he paused in his work, meditated for a few mo- 
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window, he drew the curtain a little closer, and then he 
hung his handkerchief on the knob of the door, so that it 
covered the keyhole. 

Having taken these precautions, he proceeded to the case 
of book-shelves on the east wall of the room, a few feet 
from the tall old clock. He removed the books one by one, 
making no noise in the operation, and then examined the 
shelves minutely. 

The fixture consisted of a thick hard-wood board, sunk 
in the plaster, and secured to the w^all in some manner 
which he could not determine, for neither nail nor screw- 
head was visible. Hear the outward edges w^ere upright 
projecting pieces, to which the shelves were fastened. The 
whole was, perhaps, four feet square, and the shelves and 
their supports were six or eight inches wide. All was 
strong and solidly built, and firmly fixed in place. He 
pushed it, and pulled it, and pressed it on all sides, and 
from many directions, but it was immovable. 

He finally paused, and contemplated the shelves with 
more vexation on his face than any one had ever seen ex- 
hibited there. But he was alone, and there was no neces- 
sity for concealing his feelings. 

Behind the book-shelves,^^ he muttered, is the place, 
but how’' to remove them is the mystery. Yet it must be 
done. Every risk must be avoided. The secret may be 
discovered by accident; the house may change hands 
and undergo repairs. A thousand things may happen. Oh, 
for the few words that lie between safety and possible 
ruin! I have read the paper over and over, and cannot 
form the slightest conception of its conclusion. But I will 
triumph! Yes, guard the secret as closely as you will, Car- 
los Conrad, I will accomplish my end in spite of you!^^ 

He again gave himself up to a profound reverie, and 
then, as if having decided on a plan of action, quickly re- 
placed the books, and unlocked the door. Having done 
this, he pulled a bell-knob. 

Barker answered the summons. 

Bring me a glass of water, if you please. Barker, said 
Haywood, looking up from his writing, which he had re- 
sumed before Barker entered. 

The errand was performed, and, having set the glass of 
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^^ Wait a moment/^ said Haywood. ^^Shut the door — 
turn the key — that^s it. I want to talk with you.^^ 

Barker held himself in readiness to listen. 

^^You earned two hundred dollars once. Barker, very 
easily. And, by the way, I suppose you have kept per- 
fectly silent regarding the event that I requested you not to 
mention.'’^ 

^"Perfectly, sir.-"^ 

That is well. How I want you to serve me again, and 
I will pay you satisfactorily.^^ 

Is it a similar service, sir?^^ 

Ho, quite a different one. But it must be kept secret — 
in fact, more secret than the other. 

^^That couldn't be, sir." 

All right. I think I can trust you. For reasons of my 
own, which you will not care to have explained, I wish to 
remove these book-shelves from the wall." 

Does Miss Florence " 

Miss Florence must know nothing of it. The shelves 
must be removed and replaced in such a manner as to leave 
no trace of their having been disturbed." 

^^That might be a difficult job, sir." 

There is no doubt of it. But that does not lessen the 
necessity for doing it. You can see that they are very 
strong and firmly put up, and it will require considerable 
ingenuity and labor to take them down. I want you to 
help me." 

^^How, sir?" 

^^Ho — to-morrow night. I will bring the requisite 
tools." 

How can we work so as to be unobserved?" 

I will come at midnight — for my presence in the house 
must not be known — and you must let me iff at the window 
here." 

don't exactly like the job, sir." 

Hor I. But it must be done. I will pay you another 
two hundred dollars for your help; and if we succeed, and 
the result is what I hope for, you shall have five hundred 
more." 

All right, sir; you can count on me. You're a sharp 
one, Mr. Haywood." 

Hever mind that. But, Barker, if you ever find life 
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give you a berth where you can make plenty of money and 
enjoy yourself hugely. 

^^Tm your man, 

At present I want you to help me here. In the future 
ITl do something handsome for you. But remember the 
importance of the most profound secrecy. 

Barker placed his hand expressively over his mouth. 

To-morrow night, recollect, unless you get word from 
me that the job will have to be postponed.^'’ 

Yes, sir.^^ 

Barker withdrew, and Haywood soon after took his de- 
parture. Passing through the hall, he bowed to Florence 
Harley and Mabel Cummings, who were chatting in the 
drawing-room, and bade them good-night. 

Then he left the house, and, walking toward Dalton in 
the darkness of the night, he thought, exultingly: 

In twenty-four hours from to-morrow morning all the 
documents will be destroyed — the letters from Anthony to 
William Conrad, the evidence against me, the will — all that 
can in any way interfere with my plans! And Florence — 
yes, she shall marry me; 1^11 have her by some means, 
whether fair or foul.'’^ 

The next day he was about his business as usual, with 
nothing in his manner to indicate the anxiety with which 
he anticipated the coming night’s work. 

Toward evening a note was handed him, the bearer de- 
parting as soon as he had delivered it. Haywood was in 
his store, and he immediately went into his private office 
and read the note. Its contents disturbed him strangely. 
He knit his brow, hesitated for a moment, and then wrote 
these words on a slip of paper: 

to-night” 

Inclosing the slip in an envelope, he dispatched a mes- 
senger to Elm Grove, with instructions to hand it to 
Barker. 

Something had interrupted his plans. 

The remaining few hours of the day he passed mostly in 
his private office, being evidently in too agitated a frame of 
mind to appear before his fellow-beings. 

Late in the evening he was in the street, bent on some 
urgent errand. It was cold, rainy, and pitch-dark, and 
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Haywood regarded not the weather. He plunged into the 
gloom and the damp dreariness^ indifferent as to the dis- 
comfort and exposure. 

Yet he was not the only one out that night. 

Doctor Davison had waited at the depot for his brother^ 
and the two had proceeded to the hotel together, where lay 
Carlos Conrad on his sick-bed. 

He is a pretty sick man/’ said Doctor Davison, as they 
ascended the stairs that led to the invalid’s room. Step 
softly now, for if he is sleeping he must not be awakened.” 

Treading on tiptoe, and opening the door silently, they 
entered the apartment where the patient had been left a 
few hoars before under the influence of an opiate. 

But as they approached the bed the physician and his 
brother halted in amazement. They looked at one another 
in mute, helpless surprise, for the bed was empty! 

Carlos Conrad was gone! 


CHAPTER XXYL 

A DAKK KIGHT’s WOKK. 

Carlos Conrad had lain on his bed all the afternoon in a 
state of agitation which the opiates of Doctor Davison had 
not allayed. 

Kate Heath’s declaration and semi-threat. Doctor Davi- 
son’s recognition of him, and the subsequent disaster which 
seemed impending, had served to render his mind active, 
alert, and unsusceptible to the influence of any ordinary 
administration of medicine. 

Evening approached, and the doctor, running in for a 
brief call, found him sullen and uncommunicative. There 
was a contraction of his brow, and an odd look in his 
dull eyes, that were well calculated to excite apprehen- 
sion. 

And it was with increasing concern that Doctor Davison 
left him, not to call again until the arrival of his brother, 
who was to act the part of nurse, and who was expected on 
the night train. 

At nine o’clock in the evening Carlos rose from his bed. 
On assuming a standing posture, he at flrst staggered with 
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He was in a condition between sanity and delusion. He 
could not control his movements — he felt himself led on by 
some irresistible force, and yet he knew what he was doing, 
and was conscious that he was acting rashly and impru- 
dently. He kept muttering to himself: 

Yes, it must be done to-night — to-night is the time. No 
more miserable delays — no more unbearable suspense. To- 
night I will go — to-night shall the secret of Eocky Beach be 
penetrated. Am I in my right mind, I wonder? I think 
not, and yet the way seems clear. Yes, the time for action 
has come, and Til go forth to meet the enemy. 

His madness lent him strength and cunning. He was 
soon dressed, and he stepped softly from his room into the 
passage. Through this he walked rapidly, and thence down 
the stairs into the lower hall. 

No one was in sight. He paused and made sure of this, 
for he had the sense to know that he was ill, and that if any 
of the attendants of the hotel should observe him they might 
prevent his going farther, or follow him. He hastened to 
the outside door, and walked into the cold air. In fact, 
they were grateful to his heated brow, and, with refreshed, 
stimulated feeling, he bent his footsteps rapidly from the 
hotel. 

Notwithstanding his half delirious condition, he had a 
fixed definite purpose, as was evinced by the promptness 
with which he proceeded in a certain direction. 

His route took him away from the business streets to 
the outskirts of the village, and finally on a lonely country 
road. 

The ground was a mass of mud, the rain fell steadily, the 
wind sighed with a sluggish, disconsolate murmur, and the 
air was penetrating in its dull chilliness. 

Through the darkness, and the rain, and the gloom he 
walked steadily, stumbling now and then, but recovering 
himself and hastening on. 

For nearly two hours he continued his lonely tramp, and 
then on reaching a certain point, he moved with sudden 
caution. 

He was at Eocky Beach. 

It was nearly eleven o^clock, and in the inky darkness 
nothing was visible more than a few steps ahead, save the 
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steadily falling rain, the rolling of the waves, and the low 
murmur of the wind were the only sounds heard. 

Listening and peering intently, and neither hearing nor 
seeing anything that denoted the proximity of any living 
being, he groped his way forward. 

Suddenly a light appeared, seeming to come out of the 
solid, rocky bluff. Carlos was nearer to the entrance of 
the cave than he had supposed. He saw that the light was 
carried by a man, who was instantly followed by another 
man, bearing another light. The two ascended an eminence, 
and there remained motionless for a long time, holding 
their lanterns. 

Carlos drew a little nearer, and concealed himself behind, 
a huge rock. Here he watched and waited. If his journey 
was the result of a freak of delirium, surely there was 
method in his madness, for he was cautious, silent, and ob- 
servant. He was wet to the skin, and his garments were 
dripping. Perhaps there was some virtue in the water- 
cure^’ treatment he was receiving. 

A considerable time elapsed, during which he remained 
quiet and watchful, while the men with the lights waited 
patiently. 

All at once the sound of some craft cutting through the 
water was heard, and Carlos quickly turned his eyes in the 
direction from which it came. 

Two boats, each with a small, dim head-light, were ap- 
proaching the land. They were moving slowly, with sails 
hoisted, and soon reached the shore. 

Out of each sprangy two men, carrying coils of rope, 
which they had made fast to large, heavy stones lying a few 
feet back from the water. 

The two who had remained stationed with the lanterns 
ran forward to meet them, a few hurried words were ex- 
changed, and forthwith ensued a scene of busy occupation. 

Packages, and boxes, and bales were taken from the 
boats, and carried into the cavern. Three of the men oc- 
cupied themselves in this way, while the fourth prome- 
naded the beach with his lantern, evidently keeping a look- 
out for intruders. The other two had disappeared within 
the cave, probably to receive and stow away the articles 
brought to them. 

The men worked rapidly and industriously, speaking but 
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All this Carlos watched from his place of concealment, 
withdrawing his gaze only when he was obliged to crouch 
more closely under the shadow of the rocks when the sen- 
tinel passed him at intervals. 

The work went on for two hours or more, when suddenly 
there was a new-comer on the scene. A tall man came from 
the cavern and stood idly looking on. 

The heart of Carlos bounded as he beheld him, for the 
form and carriage were those of Geoffrey Haywood. The 
distance and the darkness rendered his face indistinct, 
and it might be added also that he wore a mask, although 
Carlos could not discern it. But he was certain that it 
was Geoffrey Haywood, and his eyes remained riveted upon 
him. 

At length the goods that had been brought in by the 
boats seemed to be all disposed of. The men loitered 
around, wiping their brows. Then the man whom Carlos 
believed to be Geoffrey Haywood stepped forward and said 
a few words. 

Carlos crept forward to get a better view of him. In his 
eagerness he altogether abandoned the shelter of the rock 
under whose friendly shelter he had remained in conceal- 
ment, and, before he was fairly aware of it, he was within 
a rod of the knot of men. 

They all turned to go into the cavern, when a startling 
and terrifying circumstance occurred. 

A bright light suddenly burst forth from some unknown 
quarter above, and cast a dazzling glare over the whole 
scene. The rocks, the boats, the men, and even the peb- 
bles on the beach were distinctly visible. At the same in- 
stant a rocket shot high into the air, taking a course out 
over the sea, and leaving a brilliant train of sparks. 

The men uttered wild cries of amazement, and ran to 
and fro in confusion. Carlos^ suprise was equal to that of 
the smugglers, and he rushed forward near them. 

The light above, which was evidently on tlie summit of 
the cliff, shone continuously, and with intense, steady 
brightness. 

The three workers, the sentinel, and the man with the 
mask, all saw Carlos, and rushed upon him. They evi- 
dently believed that he had some hand in the startling 
phenomenon. 

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come here?^^ were questions that showered upon him in 
mad, furious tones. 

He was seized by the shoulders and arms, and held 
firmly. 

I know you, Geoffrey Haywood he shouted, in a wild 
frenzy. ^^You arch-plotter, you thief, you smuggler P 
Curses upon you,^^ ejaculated the masked man. Oh! 
iCs Carlos Conrad! Hold him, men! Do not let him es- 
cape. He^s a murderer! But where, in the name of all the 
devils of ill-luck, did he come from?’^ 

You may well ask,^^ exclaimed Carlos, ^^for I have been 
watching you. I have been at your heels for six months. 
And here you are, with your gang of smugglers.'’^ 

HushP hissed Haywood. ‘^Gag him quick, some- 
body!^^ 

There was a violent, brief struggle, and Carlos was tem- 
porarily deprived of his power of speech. 

donT know as it is unlucky at all,^^ said Haywood, at 
length, and in a calmer tone. This is a spy, boys, and 
he must be taken care of. There is no time to lose, for 
some deviltry is up. I wonder where that infernal light 
comes from? Take him in one of the boats, and make for 
the slip with all speed. Don’t kill him. I want some- 
thing of him. Stand off at sea until to-morrow, and I’ll 
try and communicate with you. If you can’t do any bet- 
ter, make for some port — IN’ew York, JS'orfolk, Charleston — 
anywhere. But be off quick. Eoake and I will see to the 
goods.” 

Haywood had delivered his directions in a hurried, ex- 
cited tone, in almost ludicrous contrast with his usual 
sedate manner, and, with the last words, hurried into the 
cavern. 

The four remaining men forced Carlos to accompany 
them to the shore and into one of the boats. Here he 
was bound with ropes and fiung into the hold of the larger 
yacht. 

The light from the cliff still shone with unabated bright- 
ness, casting a glimmer over the sea, and giving to the 
crests of the waves a scintillating brilliancy. The rain 
drizzled down, and the air had lost nothing of its chilliness. 

The sails of the yachts were hoisted, two men having 
taken possession of each boat, and the four smugglers, with 
their prisoner, put out to sea, 


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After a few moments one of the men removed the gag 
from Garlos^ mouth, and said: 

Say, stranger, what^s the occasion of that blasted light 
on the bluff 

I haven^t the least idea,^^ answered Carlos. 

No gammon now.^^ 

I assure you I don^t know. I was as much surprised by 
it as you were, or else you wouldn^t have taken me pris- 
oner. 

Iffs mighty curious anyhow, said the man, addressing 
his companion rather than Carlos. Some mischief’s afloat, 
and Fm afraid we’ll have to do some pretty lively dodging 
to keep out of the way of the beaks.” 

The boss seemed to be pretty well cut up, didn’t he?” 
remarked the other man. 

Yes; but he’s sharp, and I reckon he’ll put into a safe 
port and leave no wake behind him.” 

They can search a month at Eocky Beach and dis- 
cover nothing against us. It’s a rum place for running in 
goods.” 

Yes; but I own I’ll feel considerably relieved when we 
are once aboard ship and out at sea.” 

Carlos heard this and other conversation with but little 
interest. Strange visions began to flash before his eyes, 
and wild dreams flitted through his brain. The strain upon 
his mind had been too much, and the fever was returning 
with redoubled violence. 

He was soon delirious again and he did not know when 
the yachts came alongside the dark hull of an ocean steamer 
after having sailed some two miles. 

Neither was he conscious of being lifted up in a ham- 
mock, taken aboard the vessel, carried below, and deposited 
in a bunk. 

When he was thus disposed of, a crowd of villainous- 
looking men asked eager questions, which were impatiently 
answered by the four who had been ashore. 

The command to put out to sea was given, and the huge 
engines were set to working with all possible speed. 

As the smugglers’ steamer got under way, the eyes of all 
on deck were anxiously fixed on the light that still gleamed 
from the summit of the bluff at Rocky Beach* 

IF§ a powerful light,” said one. 


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^^Yes. It looks like bad business for us, Fll be glad 
when we^re out of sight of it/^ • 

At that instant a flash came out of the darkness but a 
short distance ahead of the vessel, followed by the thunder- 
ing report of a cannon. 

A wild cry of alarm arose among the smugglers. They 
rushed hither and thither in consternation, scarcely heed- 
ing the yells of their commander to seize their arms and 
prepare for a struggle. 

Another flash and report came, and a ball whizzed through 
the air over the heads of the panic-stricken crew. 

The commander roared and swore. 

/^Keep your wits about you, you hounds! DonT run 
about like a pack of frightened sheep. We never can be 
caught in this darkness. We can crowd on all steam, dodge 
about, and be out of danger before morning. 


CHAPTEE XXVIL 

01 ^ THE TKACK. 

We have for some time left Mr. Stark and Leonard Les- 
ter to themselves. But it must not be supposed that they 
had been idle during the sojourn of Carlos Conrad, alias 
Karl Zikoff, at Dalton. 

In fact, they had been very busy. 

On a certain morning, in the month of March, we behold 
them seated together in the private office of the detective 
engaged in earnest conversation. 

Everything is working well,^^ said Mr. Stark. ^^The 
train is almost ready to ignite that will make the biggest 
blow-up that has ever been witnessed in our circles for some 
time.^^ 

^^Yes,^"^ replied Leonard, ^^Luke Felton is prepared to 
give his testimony. It seems that, when a mere boy, he re- 
ceived some elementary instruction in a deaf and dumb 
school, but, on account- of poverty, his parents were unable 
to continue him there. After that he was buffeted about 
the world, and saw some pretty hard times. At last he fell 
into the clutches of Eoake and Snags, who found it very 
convenient to have one at Kocky Beach who could hear 
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we kidnapped him, and sent him to the asylum, he 
has learned with wonderful rapidity, and can now communi- 
cate his ideas in writing.'’^ 

And he is positive that he could recognize the so-called 
^ Boss ^ on meeting him face to face?^^ 

‘^^Yes; he has seen him frequently, in disguise, and on 
two occasions he followed him to a lonely spot in the woods 
near Eocky Beach, and saw him lay aside the mask and re- 
sume his own attire. 

Luke Felton was not so dull as the villains thought.'’^ 
his eyes and his wits were at work, though his ears 
were useless and his utterance fettered. He has given me 
in writing a minute description of the mysterious person, 
and it answers exactly to Haywood^’s appearance. Besides 
there will be Jessup^’s evidence.'’^ 

said Mr. Stark; ^‘^and you now see that I was 
right in keeping Jessup^s agency in the matter a secret 
from Carlos Conrad. Had your cousin known of his pres- 
ence and mission in Dalton, he might have seriously re- 
tarded his progress. Jessup, alone and unaided, has fol- 
lowed Haywood up, has learned that he has some secret 
connection wdth Jake Heath, and that Jake Heath visits 
Eocky Beach in the night and takes away goods, concealing 
them in bales of wool that are shipped to Jacob Eush, of 
Jersey City.^^ 

Yes,^'’ said Leonard, the man whose card was found 
in the yacht in which I made my escape.^^ 

‘^^We have learned, continued Mr. Stark, ^^that Eush 
has frequent communication with Haywood, occasionally 
sending him large sums of money. And further my secret 
agents have bought laces, and other fine goods of foreign 
manufacture, of Eush, at prices considerably below the mar- 
ket rates. 

It now remains, said Leonard, to get another witness 
to the identity of Haywood with the ^ boss,^ so that we can 
descend with an avalanche of testimony that will be irre- 
sistible, and capture Snags. 

Jessup will manage the first point, I am sure. He is 
now morally certain, as well as we all are, that Haywood 
is the man. He has seen him visit Eocky Beach repeatedly, 
but never yet when any goods were being run in. It is 
certain, from what Luke Felton declares, that Haywood 
is occasionally there at such times, and the pne desirable 


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thing is for Jessup to be witness of the fact with his own 
ejes.'’^ 

His post of observation is a good one/^ said Leonard. 

Yes, from the top of the old tree he can see everything 
that goes on below. Ho one can enter the cavern or come 
out of it and escape his view. The plan is this: A revenue 
cutter will take notice of any strange craft that hovers about 
Eocky Beach or the coast in its vicinity, and any discovery 
that is made will be telegraphed to Jessup at Dalton. He 
will then keep an extra watch on Haywood^s movements, 
noticing whether he receives any message from Eoake. If 
any such message is delivered, Jessup will telegraph to me, 
and I will dispatch the revenue cutter Porter to the spot, in 
readiness for a chase and a fight. In the evening Jessup 
will repair to his post on the summit of the Eocks, and if 
he makes satisfactory discoveries, will give the signal for the 
Porter to attack the smugglers^ ship. Then there will be 
lively work and a big haul 

All this is well planned, so far as the smuggling busi- 
ness is concerned, said Leonard; ^^but do you think it will 
result in the vindication of Carlos 

I have my own ideas on that point, said Mr. Stark, 
^^and they amount to positive convictions. First, when 
Haywood is arrested, and sees the hopelessness of his case, 
he will give up and admit that Snags committed the mur- 
der. Or, if he does not admit it, your own testimony of 
Snag^s confession to you will be sufficient. For Haywood^s 
character will be shown in its true light, and your own in- 
strumentality in the exposure of the smuggling business 
will tell greatly in your favor. Secondly, aB to Snags. It 
is true that he has disappeared from Eocky Beach, and that 
no trace of him can be found. It is highly probable that he 
has been transferred to the smugglers^ ship, and that when 
we capture the ship we will capture him. Ifil warrant then 
that he can be made to confess, and surrender the letter 
that he took from your murdered uncle^s hand.'’^ 

Then, said Leonard, ‘^we will know the meaning of 
the word ^ seveli o’clock.^ But how can Snags, if he is cap- 
tured, be induced to confess.-"^ 

^^By the promise of pardon,^^ replied the detective. 
There are but few of these rogues that will not turn 
State’s evidence when a sufficient inducement is held out to 
them.” 


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^^And poor Carlos/^ said Leonard, musingly, is in ig- 
norance of the progress we are making. His last letter was 
very desponding.-’^ 

^^Thatcan^t be helped,^^ said Mr. Stark. Jessup has 
worked to much better advantage in Dalton than if your 
cousin had known him. There would have been interviews 
and discuss-ions between them, and perhaps exposure. For 
Carlos, being the mainly interested party, might have been 
impatient and officious. Only a detective knows how neces- 
sary deliberation and long suffering are at times. And you 
see the result justified my course.^^ 

I see,^^ said Leonard^ 

And now,^’ said Mr. Stark, I have some important 
news to tell you. A suspicious-looking steamer arrived 
near Eocky Beach early this morning and fired three sig- 
nal guns, afterward turning about and sailing slowly toward 
the open sea.-’^ 

^^This morningP^ exclaimed Leonard. ^^Was it the 
smugglers^ ship?^^ 

I suspect so. At any rate, I have telegraphed to Jes- 
sup, and the Porter is all ready to sail. The night is going 
to be dark and rainy — an excellent time for them to run in 
their goods. I shall expect a message from Jessup by six 
o^clock.^^ 

In regard to Haywood?’^ 

Yes — telling me whether he received any communica- 
tion from Rocky Beach. 

And if he does?’^ 

If he does, I shall hope that the time has come for 
which we have been waiting and hoping. I shall hope that 
Haywood shall have occasion to be on hand when the goods 
are run in, and that Jessup will see him in conference with 
his employees. Then a signal will be given from the cliff 
— a calcium light on a rocket — and the Porter will intercept 
the smuggler’s vessel as it turns to go. Haywood will be 
masked, of course, but Jessup will descend to the beach, 
and follow him secretly. He will see where he goes, he will 
see him strip himself of his disguise, he will witness the 
confirmation of Felton’s story, or ” 

Or what?” 

We have made a grand mistake — that’s all.” 

But do you anticipate that?” 

ISTo; I am confident that we are on the right track.” 


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The conversation ceased here. There was nothing to do 
but to wait for the expected message from Jessup, Mr. 
Stark^s secret agent at Dalton. 

Leonard still retained his disguise, and was known as the 
Kev. Mr. Withers. There were those in the service who 
knew that the character was an assumed one, but they had 
learned by experience not to be too inquisitive in regard to 
affairs of which Mr. Stark had the conduct, and the actual 
identity of the reverend gentleman was a profound secret. 
He came and went without attracting any undue attention 
or provoking any impertinent inquiries. 

A little before six o^clock the message came from Jes- 
sup. It was in cipher, and, being translated, read as fol- 
lows : 

“ Haywood has received a summons. He is closeted in his private 
office. Let the revenue-cutter Porter be on hand.” 

You will, of course, go with the Porter, said Leonard, 
to Mr. Stark. 

Yes, and so must you. If Snags is among the prisoners 
I will want you to identify him, so that we may take especial 
care of him.^^ 

Hurrah P muttered Leonard, in a suppressed tone of 
excitement. How for business! This miserable affair is 
almost at an end.'^^ 

hope so,’^ replied Mr. Stark. ‘‘- It will all depend on 
Jessup^s signal. 

As the needful preparations had already been made, they 
started forth immediately, and within ten minutes more 
were on board the Porter, a stout, fast-going, well-armed 
steamer. And in five minutes more the vessel put to sea, 
bending her course nearly northward. Her destination was 
near a portion of the coast but little frequented by ships, 
there being no large harbors for the accommodation of 
foreign trade. 

It was this fact that had enabled the smugglers to oper- 
ate with comparative safety. Their goods were brought to 
within a mile or two of the shore, and then carried to the 
land in yachts, as has been seen. 

The Porter steamed along leisurely at the rate of eight or 
nine knots an hour, and between ten or eleven o^clock 
halted four miles off Kocky Beach. 


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Every light was extinguished, to guard against the smug- 
gling craft taking alarm. 

Leonard and Mr. Stark, with others, stationed themselves 
on the deck to keep a lookout. 

About midnight faint lights were seen moving from an 
easterly direction. They turned northward, and slowly 
glided toward the shore. Occasionally a shower of sparks 
would pulf toward the clouds. 

Standing in the drizzling rain, wrapped in thick gar- 
ments, the watchers on the Porter beheld the object of their 
pursuit glide along in fancied security. Einally it seemed 
to halt. 

Then came a long period of waiting. More than two 
hours passed, and still the vigil of the pursuers was main- 
tained. The port-holes of the revenue-cutter were open, 
and the grim cannon stood ready to pour forth their mis- 
siles of destruction. 

Do you suppose that Haywood will be there to-night — 
that the signal will appear whispered Leonard. 

^^Be patient,” was Mr. Stark^s only reply. 

Suddenly a bright light appeared in the distance, and a 
rocket shot into the air. 

The signal 1” shouted Mr. Stark: and Leonard, both in 
the same breath. 

Orders were quickly given, and the Porter, with all steam 
crowded on, moved toward the light. 

Soon a dim form of a vessel appeared in the gloom, and 
on nearing it, some noise and confusion were heard. 

This was at the moment Carlos and his four captors were 
being taken aboard the smugglers^ ship. 

Then it was that the commander of the Porter gave or- 
ders to fire. 

One cannon thundered forth its bellow of wrath; another 
sent a ball flying toward the smugglers^ ship. 

Then bright lights were suspended to the masts of the 
Porter, casting a glow around that made all near objects 
visible. 

The smugglers also diplayed lights, for the two vessels 
were in such close proximity that there was danger of a col- 
lision in the darkness. 

The Porter pressed close to her adversary, and fired sev- 
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compliment, and it was evident they were determined to 
fight. 

This fighting is not onr part of the business/^ said Mr. 
Stark to Leonard. We must go below. Don^t object. We 
will only be in the way here. The villains will soon be 
brought to terms. 

Ill the safe shelter of the cabin they listened to the con- 
flict, and anxiously and impatiently awaited the result. 


CHAPTER XXVIII. 

VICTORY. 

The battle was a short one. The vigorous fire of the Por- 
ter soon convinced those on board the smugglers’ ship that 
resistance or attempt at flight would be futile. 

The signal of surrender was soon given, and the roar of 
the cannon ceased. 

A United States officer, with a portion of the crew of the 
Porter, boarded the captured vessel and took formal posses- 
sion. " 

Then the wounded and dead were attended to. Two of 
the smugglers had been killed and flve or six injured. 
The injuries seemed to be slight, with the exception of 
those of one man, who was found lying on his face in- 
sensible. 

It was Snags, 

The discovery was made by Leonard and Mr. Stark, who 
had been transferred from the Porter to the captured ves- 
sel. They immediately caused him Jio be carried into a 
state-room, where they followed, accompanied by a sur- 
geon. All others then withdrew, leaving the four men 
together. 

How badly is he injured?” asked Mr. Stark of the sur- 
geon, who was examining Snags’ wounds. 

Very badly,” replied the surgeon. ^^He will not live 
more than a few hours.” 

Will he recover consciousness before he dies? It is im- 
portant that we hold some conversation with him if such a 
thing is possible.” 

I think he will be conscious for a short time. Yes, he 
is struggling now. His chest heaves — his eyes open.” 


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And the surgeon administered a stimulant to Snags. 

The latter looked around with a wild, vacant stare. 

Who are you all?^'’ he asked. ^MYhere is Koake? 
Where is the captain? Where — let me see — oh, yes, I re- 
member — we were attacked, and must have been beaten. 
For you are all strangers. Tell me about it, somebody 

Your ship and the whole crew have been captured by 
the United States revenue-cutter Porter,’-’ said Mr. Stark. 

I am sorry you are so badly hurt. Snags, and I want to 
have a little talk with you before — before it is too late.” 

Before it is too late! What do you mean?” 

Can you not guess? You are seriously wounted, and 
the surgeon says 

That I must die9 Don’t tell me that! I won’t die! I 
can’t die! I am not ready for that.” 

He raised himself up on his elbow, and spoke in a tone of 
alarm and anguish. 

^^Keady or not. Snags, it may be inevitable.” 

No, no! I have too many sins to answer for.” 

Ay,” said Mr. Stark, and now is the time for you to 
make what reparation lies in your power. Would you hesi- 
tate, in your last moments, to do this?” 

^^No. Tell me what it is. What can I do? Oh, there 
is one awful thing that weighs on my mind!” 

Mr. Stark whispered to Leonard to remove his disguise. 
Leonard obeyed, tearing off his spectacles, his wig, and his 
gray side-whiskers. He stood by the side of Snags. 

The latter regarded him with a look of amazement and 
horror. 

Where did you come from? Did you rise from the 
dead ?” 

"^No,” replied Leonard, am solid flesh and bones. 
Feel my hand. I was your prisoner once, but now the 
table are turned. Since my escape from the cave at Kocky 
Beach I have had but one great purpose. You can imagine 
what it it.” 

Yes,” sighed Snags. 

You well know that it is the vindication of my Cousin 
Carlos from the charge of murder. You also know — do you 
not? — that you have nothing to gain by longer keeping the 
secret, the revelation of which would demonstrate his inno- 
cence.” 


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Snags made no reply, but lay for some moments in pro- 
found thought. At length he spoke, quite calmly. 

Who are you?^^ he said to Mr. Stark, 
am a detective, engaged in the custom-house service 
of the United States. 

^^And is it true,^^ turning to the surgeon, ^^that I have 
not long to live?^^ 

I am sorry to say, my man, that there is but little hope 
for you.'^^ 

There was another pause. 

Fll confess, Snags finally said. Carlos Conrad shall 
not suffer from any silence of mine. I think I am growing 
weaker, and I"ll begin at once. Do you think it will im- 
prove my chances in the next world to do what I can now 
toward making things right 

Every good act has its weight with the Great Judge of 
us all,^^ said Mr. Stark. 

Will you take down what I say?’^ 

Leonard prepared himself, with pen, ink, and paper, to 
make a memorandum of Snags^ statements. Then the 
dying man began: 

You probably donT need to be told much about the 
smuggling business. You have caught us, and will find 
enough to satisfy you at Kocky Beach. Koake and I had 
charge of the place, and took care of the goods as they came 
in. We always selected dark nights, and one night expected 
an arrival, when our ^ Boss ^ sent me on an errand that has 
brought about all this ill luck. It was last August. Ac- 
cording to directions, I went to the house of Colonel Conrad, 
to make discoveries. 

was to steal into his room, pry open his desk, and see 
if I could find any papers or documents that told of a quar- 
rel with his brother, and to take particular notice if there 
was anything like a will — in which case I was to carry it 
off with me. I was to make these visits every nigh, until 
I had accomplished something, for the ^ Boss ^wanted to 
know, for some reason, all about Colonel Conrad^s plans and 
purposes. 

On the very first night I found the colonel writing. I 
stole in softly, to look over his shoulder. He turned and 
saw me, and I was taken off my guard. I drew my knife 
and struck at him. There was but one thrust, and it did 
the work — it killed him. But, before God, murder was 


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not in the plan. My errand was just what I have stated 
it to be. The killing was accidental, as one might say, but 
let it be understood that I did it — that Carlos Conrad is 
innocent. 

The voice of Snags had been gradually growing weaker, 
and here he stopped, gasping for breath. The physician 
gave him a few drops of brandy, and he resumed: 

grabbed a pile of gold coin — about a thousand dol- 
lars 

Only a thousand dollars interrupted Leonard. 

That was all. I took the money, and also snatched a 
letter from his hand that he had just been writing. But 
it tore, leaving a portion of it in his grip. Just then Carlos 
Conrad came, seeming to think that something wrong was 
going on. He jumped in at the window, and I saw him 
take the fragment of the letter from the old man^s hand. 
Meanwhile I had read the part in my possession, and wanted 
the rest of it. Young Conrad and I had a tussle over the 
matter, and finally he slipped from me and ran. He out- 
witted me, for when I gave chase and supposed I had 
caught him, I found it was you — pointing to Leonard — 
instead. You know what followed. You were a prisoner 
in the cave, and before I fairly discovered that you were 
the wrong man, I let out enough to make you know that I 
was the murderer. Then you escaped. It was a night 
when we were running in goods. You will remember it 
was moonlight; and the goods were some we had intended 
to get in on the night of the murder, when it was dark and 
rainy, but the work was interrupted by my arrival with my 
prisoner, and had been postponed. It was contrary to our 
usual caution to work on a moonlight night, but the ship 
that brought the goods from Europe was ready and impa- 
tient to sail, as it wouldnT do for her to be seen hanging 
about the coast too long. After you escaped I was afraid 
to remain at Eocky Beach any longer, and on that very 
night joined this ship.^^ 

Snags paused again from weakness. 

Waiting until the administrations of the surgeon revived 
him, Leonard said: 

But there are two unsettled points. First, we want to 
know who the man is whom you have designated as ^ Boss,^ 
and next we want the letter that Colonel Conrad wrote. 

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myself. He came to Eocky Beach but seldom, and then 
in disguise. Most of the orders were given through 
Eoake. He knew him. But I got the secret out of him. 
His name is Haywood. His home is in Dalton. 

Very well/^ said Mr. Stark; and now about the letter. 
Hay wood has it.^^ 

Can you repeat its contents 

But a pallor suddenly overspread Snags^ face. He looked 
around in piteous entreaty, as if it were in the power of 
those about him to restore his quickening breath. He gasped, 
clutched the air with his hands, and finally seemed to re- 
cover himself in a measure. He spoke with an effort: 

The letter told of a change of plans, of strange revela- 
tions, of important papers, and a new will. It spoke of 
money. It told — where — to look.^^ The voice grew fainter 
and fainter. Of a secret recess — hidden spring — money — 
will 

The words came now in hoarse whispers. The dying 
man struggled in agony. He made one more effort. 

^^The money and the will — in the wall — press — some- 
where — a hidden 

A conuulsive tremor shook his frame, and his voice 
•ceased altogether. 

With solemn countenances and bowed heads, Leonard, 
Mr. Sterk, and the surgeon stood by, and waited for 
the end. 

It came soon. In two minutes more the spirit and the 
body had parted, and a form lay before them in the cold 
pallor of death. 

Before leaving the apartment, Leonard, Mr. Stark, and 
the surgeon appended their signatures as witnesses to the 
statement of Snags, attesting that it was a true and faithful 
transcription of the words uttered by him. 

Then the body was carefully secured in place, and cov- 
ered, the room was vacated and locked, and the three who 
had been present at the solemn scene stepped on the deck 
in the open air. 

The return journey to Boston was tedious, for the smug- 
glers^ ship had been so disabled in the conflict as to neces- 
sitate its being towed by the Porter. Consequently the 
progress made was slow. 

Near daybreak, the surgeon, who had separated from 
Leonard and Mr. Stark, came to them, and said: 


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There is a sick man below, who does not seem to be one 
of the smugglers. I havenT asked him any questions yet, 
but his appearance indicates that he is a prisoner, rather 
than one of the gang. Will you come and see him?^^ 

Leonard and the detective followed the surgeon, and, as 
they entered the dimly lighted apartment, heard the groans 
and ravings of one in the delirium of a high fever. 

They stepped to the side of the sufferer. Leonard Lester 
gazed at the flushed face and tossing form but a mere in- 
stant, and then, bending forward eagerly, he ejaculated, in 
extreme amazement: 

Great Heaven! it is Carlos 

^^Whab!^^ exclaimed Mr. Stark. ^^Your cousin 

Yes, it is my cousin, Carlos Conrad. But how, in the 
name of all the powers, above and below, did he come 
here?^^ 

It is indeed a mystery, said Mr. Stark. ^^And he is 
very ill.^^ 

Yes, he has a raging fever. Can you tell what is the 
matter with him, doctor turning to the surgeon. 

I can tell better when we arrive in Boston, and get him 
on a clean bed in a good room. Meanwhile, I will do what 
I can for him here. But he is a sick man, there is no doubt 
about that.^^ 

You do not mean to say that he cannot live!^^ exclaimed 
Leonard. 

Oh, no. I guess it^s not as bad as that. But he will 
require good care. I will remain with him for awhile now, 
and, as there seems to be some mystery about his being here, 
perhaps you gentlemen would like to step around and in- 
vestigate the matter. 

Mr. Stark and Leonard made inquiries of some of the 
captured crew, and soon learned the truth concerning Car- 
los’ unexpected appearance at Eocky Beach and his convey- 
ance to the vessel. But a full explanation of the mystery — 
the story of his illness and mysterious disappearance from 
the hotel — could not be had until the arrival of the party at 
Dalton. 

The sun had risen, and was well on its way to the zenith, 
when the revenue-cutter reached Boston, having in tow its 
prize and prisoners. 

Carlos was immediately placed in suitable quarters, and 


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a physician and a skilled nurse were employed to attend 
him. 

Having thus left him in good hands, Leonard and Mr. 
Stark proceeded without delay to bring to a conclusion the 
business in hand. 

Accompanied by a United States officer, and armed with 
the necessary warrants for arrest, they took the first train 
for Dalton. 


CHAPTEE XXIX. 

coKCLusioisr. 

Geoffrey Haywood sat in his private office in Dalton. It 
was the day after the night of the strange and alarming pro- 
ceedings at Eocky Beach.. He was affine, and had been 
affine for some hours. He was dressed neatly, his hair was 
combed in its usual slick manner, and his beard was brushed 
smooth. But his face did not bear its wonted expression of 
tranquillity. It was disturbed and distorted, and anxiety 
was portrayed in every lineament. 

1^0 one had seen him in this condition; it was only when 
in entire seclusion that he allowed his feelings thus to mani- 
fest themselves. But to-day he kept himself in seclusion 
nearly the whole time, having no thoughts for anything but 
the thousand and one terrifying apprehensions that fiooded 
his mind. He knew not what to do. A sense of impend- 
ing disaster — a conviction that justice was about to over- 
take him — nearly crushed him. He endeavored in vain to 
contemplate the situation calmly, to deliberately calculate 
his safest and most available course. As yet, he could only 
sib in a state of inaction, confusion, and dread. 

He took no dinner. The hour of noon passed, and at two 
offilock he still remained affine and meditative. 

All at once an unusual noise was heard. Heavy footsteps 
passed through the store below, ascended the stairs, ap- 
proached the door of his apartment, sounding louder 
and louder, and finally halted. An imperative rap was 
given. 

The guilty man cowered in terror, and remained for a 
moment perfectly still. 

The rap was repeated. 


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Drawing a bottle from a cupboard, Haywood took a deep 
draught, and, by a violent effort composing himself, an- 
swered the summons. His black eyes glittered, and his form 
stiffened in rigid ceremony as he opened the door. 

Geoffrey Haywood, in the name of the Government of 
the United States I arrest you as a smuggler!"" 

Sir!"" said Haywood, with a lame assumption of indig- 
nation, I do not understand you."" 

^^And I,"" said Leonard, unable to restrain his excite- 
ment, charge you with willfully conspiring against the 
life of a fellow-citizen by withholding evidence that would 
have acquitted him. on a wrongfully preferred charge of 
murder!"" 

Leonard Lester!"" gasped Haywood. 

"'Yes, it is I. Look at me well, for you will soon be out 
of the way of looking at honest men"s faces."" 

" Gentlemen, what ridiculous farce is this? What do you 
mean by invading my premises and using such threatening 
language?"" 

Mr. Stark here took the floor. 

" Let me explain in a few words,"" he said, in a quiet 
tone. "It will perhaps be the surest way of. avoiding any 
unnecesary disturbance. We are here, Mr. Haywood, as 
has been stated, for the- purpose of arresting you on the 
charge of secretly importing goods of foreign manufacture 
and evading the payment of the lawful duties thereon. 
Eesistance or defense will be useless. Every point neces- 
sary to support the charge is covered by evidence to be 
brought forward by competent Witnesses. The secret re- 
ceptacle of the goods at Eocky Beach, and the agency 
through which they are disposed of in Jersey City, are 
known. Your own visits at Eocky Beach, in disguise; the 
roundabout way, across flelds and through woods, which 
you took to get there; your dealings with Jacob Eush, are 
also known. Other facts are in our possession; other rev- 
elations have been made; your ship has been captured; one 
of your men has confessed "" 

"Who,"" growled Haywood, "has been so false?"" 

"One who knows,"" said Mr. Stark, impressively, "of 
your agency in the murder of Colonel Conrad."" 

These words staggered Haywood. He reeled and caught 
a chair for support. The desolation and dismay that filled 
his soul found vivid expression in his face. 


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Do you surrender asked Mr. Stark. 

I surrender/^ he gasped. 

The officer approached him. 

One thing more/^ said Mr. Stark. The last message 
of Colonel Conrad, the letter he wrote to lawyer Tibbs, 
one end of which is torn off, is in your possession. We 
want it.'’^ 

How,^^ said Haywood, in a daze of bewilderment, ^^do 
you know this?^^ 

We have the dying word of your man Snags, replied 
Mr. Stark. 

Well,^^ said Haywood, rallying suddenly, pronounce 
it an infernal lie! If you want that paper, you must find 
it the best way you can.*^^ 

Very well, said Stark, coolly. ^^If you stick to that 
we will proceed at once. Shall we open your desk and 
overhaul your private papers? You have only to say the 
word.^^ 

^^No, no. ni give it to you.^^ Haywood was humble 
again. Snags gave it to me, but I donT see why he 
thought I wanted it, There^s nothing of it. It has no 
meaning. I wish I had burned it.**^ 

He went to his desk, opened a private drawer, and pro- 
duced the letter. Mr. Stark took it and placed it in his 
pocket. 

That is all at present, I believe, said Mr. Stark. Of- 
ficer, take charge of your man.^^ 

There was a sensation of the liveliest description in Dal- 
ton that day. Geoffrey Haywood^s store was closed, and its 
proprietor was in the hands of the officers of the law. The 
news of the arrest and the nature of the offense soon got 
noised about, and afforded a subject for wondering discus- 
sion by the entire community. 

:jc :ij :i« :1c 

There was a strange meeting in .Lawyer Tibbs^ office. 
The letter had been delivered to its rightful owner, who 
was, as will be recollected, Timothy TijDbs, Esq., Att^y, 
Dalton. 

Stark, Leonard Lester, Mr. Eoyalton, and the pro- 
prietor of the office comprised the assemblage. Mr. Tibbs 
and Mr. Eoyalton had been informed of the events of the 
preceding six months, and knew the whole situation of 
affairs. * 


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The last letter of Colonel Conrad was read by Mr. Tibbs 
in the presence of those assembled. It was as follows: 

“DAIiTON, August, 18—. 

“Timothy Tibfs, Esq. 

Dear Sir: Events have recently been brought to light which have 
led me to make a new will. Strange revelations have been made, and 
I now see a supposed friend in the light of a iTeacherous enemy. The 
person I refer to is Geoffrey Haywood. The story of his guilt is told 
in certain documents brought to me by the son of my dead brother. 
What my action will be during Haywood’s life, I have not determined. 
I have made the will promptly, however, in view of the ever present 
fact that death may overtake me at any time. I do not mean to con- 
vey the idea that I have any forebodings of immediate dissolution, for 
I hope to live many years yet. But I recognize the fact that ‘ in the 
midst of life we are in death.’ This guilt of Geoffrey Haywood I do 
not wish to discuss now. I simply wish to say that, in the event of 
my death at any time (and in the absence of any further instructions 
on the subject), you may look for my will, for the documents to which 
I have alluded, and for a considerable amount of money in gold coin — 
about thirty thousand dollars — in a secret recess in the east wall of my 
library. The recess is behind a small case of book-shelves, and may 
be opened by pressing on a hidden spring at ” 

^^Here the letter breaks said Mr. Tibbs. The 
corner is torn, and the next word or words are missing. 

^^The next words/'’ said Mr. Koyalton, ^^are ^ seven 
o^clock.^ Here is the missing fragment. Let us see if the 
two torn edges fit each other. 

^^They match exactly/^ said Mr. Tibbs. ^^SeeT^ 

All looked, and saw that it was true. 

But I confess that this is rather blind to me,^^ said Mr. 
Tibbs. One page of the sheet is covered, but Colonel 
Conrad evidently intended to write more, for there is no 
signature.’’^ 

^^Yes,^^ said Mr. Eoyalton, and while he was reading 
what he had already written, he was killed, and the sheet 
torn from his hand.^^ 

This view was accepted by all. 

The matter is not at all blind to me,^^ said Leonard. I 
remember distinctly of a large clock, reaching from floor 
to ceiling, on the east side of the room; and I believe that a 
pressure on the figures indicating the hour of seven o^clock 
will result in opening the secret recess. 

^^It may be true,^^ said Mr. Stark, but it is certainly 
very singular.'’^ 

Colonel Conrad was noted for his eccentricities,^^ said 
Mr. Eoyalton. 


194 THE DETECTIVE’S CLEW. 

Yes/^ added Mr. Tibbs, ^^and be was a genius in me- 
chanics. He was always cobbling up some curious con- 
trivance. The least that we can do is to follow the in- 
structions in this letter, and be governed by whatever re- 
sult&follow.^^ 

The four gentlemen repaired to Elm Grove, and related 
to Florence Darley, as briefly as possible, their errand. 
Full explanations were not entered into, but were deferred 
to a subsequent period. Lawyer Tibbs simply told .her 
of the letter and its contents, reserving until a more con- 
• venient time the tale of its long concealment and strange 
recovery. 

A visit to the library, and a pressure on the dial of the 
clock at the place indicated at flrst, resulted in nothing. 
Perplexity and chagrin ensued. Suddenly Florence ex- 
claimed: 

Let me make a suggestion, gentlemen. Suppose you 
wait until the hour of seven. Perhaps the time, as well as 
the place, is indicated by the words ^ seven o^clock.'’ 

The suggestion was acted upon. At seven o'^clock that 
evening the experiment was tried again. 

This time it was successful. 

The clock struck seven, the pressure was made, and lo! 
the case of book-shelves swung slowly from the wall, re- 
vealing a compartment composed of shelves, drawers, and 
unique recesses. 

Success exclaimed Leonard, and excited exclamations 
of delight burst from the lips of all present. 

An examination of the contents of the secret recess was 
next in order, and this was, by common consent, given in 
charge of Mr. Tibbs, he being the attorney of the estate. 

But little more remains to be told. 

The new wiU, duly signed and witnessed, left the bulk of 
the property, in equal divisions, to Florence Darley and 
Carlos Conrad. Leonard Lester also received a legacy of a 
few thousand dollars, and some of the servants were the 
recipients of small behests. 

To Geoffrey Haywood, Colonel Conrad simply left his 
forgiveness. The documents of Carlos Conrad^s father 
fully demonstrated Haywood’s wickedness — the details of 
which need not be recounted. 

The criminal and false friend received his just deserts, 
being tried, found guilty, and sentenced to a long term of 


THE DETECTIVE’S CLEW. 


195 


imprisonment to expiate his crimes against the government. 
Eoake shared a like fate, as did also a Jersey City receiver. 
Jake Heath had taken early alarm, and fled before there 
was an opportunity to arrest him. Kate, his daughter — 
misguided, passionate, and perhaps despairing — was subse- 
quently recognized on the stage, having rejoined her former 
theatrical life. 

Carlos Conrad, under good nursing, speedily recovered 
from his illness, and returned to Dalton to take possession 
of the valuable property that had become his. It may be 
interesting to the reader to know that he wooed and won 
Florence Darley; that his great love for her met with a sat- 
isfying response. 

Leonard Lester resumed his old position in the importing 
house of Duncan & Mishler, and was soon after admitted 
as a partner in the business. His own savings, combined 
with the legacy of Colonel Conrad, enabled him to pur- 
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his integrity, and his known capabilities, rendered him a 
valuable accession to the Arm. On the return from his 
next trip to Europe, he brought with him, as a bride, a 
dark-eyed daughter of the old world, whom he had met, 
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Luke Felton, the mute, proved to be both amiable and 
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Barker, the servant, more weak-minded than vicious, and 
conscience-smitten at the part he had taken in abetting the 
designs of Haywood, departed from Dalton, and never con- 
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Mr. Stark and his associates, in the work of bringing vil- 
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